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Off Topic / Re: mustard on a burger or ketchup on a hot dog
« on: November 26, 2015, 03:42:49 PM »
Ketchup is only suitable for fries. But I like mine Belgian style.
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As morning comes, Blatsa awakes. He quickly gathers tinder for his fire and attempts to re-light it.Blatsa gathers some sticks and lights a small fire yet again. He didn't exactly sleep for very long, or very well at that, but he is glad nonetheless.
Thick forest in the north, by a river. Flint knife.Alright, you're in the near middle of the forest between the Northern Tributary.
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