Finished Folds (1—9)
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1tired of the playthings that had no minds of their own. I sought something I hadn't for the first time in aeons: the challenge of someone who would say no. A chase that I'd missed.
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8"You misheard me," I said, hands raised. "I said 'terran-ist.' Means I hold the belief that Mars should be treated as a colony, not independent. Can you put the guns down, please?"
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5I got up, looked at her sadly before reaching between the mattress and box spring, retrieving the--her!--concertina. Her look of shame and betrayal said all I needed to know.
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6The sound was refreshing, like a morning meditation. A morning meditation that needed to be immediately eaten before becoming soggy, inedible, and causing him to be late to work.
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2shoulder, racking She-Ra's sword into the chamber. It was forged of the same metal as his sword: the only thing that could stop him. The only thing that could kill the Champion.
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4Clawing away for his life with his one good arm,he never should have challenged a master of all 36 Chambers. That was his first and last mistake: thinking she could be fucked with.
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4"You don't need training to cook, you need heart! If you don't have the heart to cook in MY kitchen, by God, I'll tear yours out, still-beating, and serve that up instead! Go!"
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2that tail a mighty tug, refusing to let McMurphy escape his fate. If he'd expected a mouse, I'd give him a rat! As I, indeed, am the dirtiest of rats. He had it coming, you know.
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3They're coming for us, and our time is short. The only way to overcome is to sew Discord and Chaos within their ranks, and hope it disrupts their ability to follow our own actions.