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I was, one day, happily farming along when to my horror I discovered a dear mate of mine was under attack. Of course I immediately conferred with the attackers who, I am sure, were unaware that she was a dear friend of mine. I'll admit, I was throwing my weight around a bit.
The tribal leader, Rugsbunny, and I had words, and came to what seemed a fair conclusion. It wasn't exactly a match made in heaven
but it seemed agreeing to not fight and instead have a chance to build up would benefit both parties. Suffice it to say I happily returned to my farming.
Unfortunately this lasted barely a day.
Now on to the business of war. Where we show just how powerful our weapons are when we give them both barrels.
And hopefully get the right rabbit.
Or at least have some fun doing it.
BDSM and Fate, no score (yet)
The tribal leader, Rugsbunny, and I had words, and came to what seemed a fair conclusion. It wasn't exactly a match made in heaven
but it seemed agreeing to not fight and instead have a chance to build up would benefit both parties. Suffice it to say I happily returned to my farming.
Unfortunately this lasted barely a day.
Now on to the business of war. Where we show just how powerful our weapons are when we give them both barrels.
And hopefully get the right rabbit.
Or at least have some fun doing it.
BDSM and Fate, no score (yet)