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Kalius
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Kriegsgewitter
Aug 2002
time: 16:34
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Chapter 5
The air was clear after the previous day's drawing and quartering of ADG. However, today was filled with more tension than the one before.
Hercules was helping to get the beer into his pub for the coming night, where the MCCLXXVIII Happy Hour of the year was about to take place.
"Good god," said Hercules, "all this Sprouting Goose I ordered from alva and I forgot to tip the poor man,"
So, he finished connecting the barrel to the pipes and left for alva's brewery at the end of the street. He tipped his cap to Capitan Garlic, who was running late for the day's créche duties.
Hercules knocked on the brewery door. No answer. He knocked again. Silence. The door crept open, and the cauldron of Sprouting Goose in the middle of the brewery was not just full of beer. On the edge, alva was slumped, his head submerged in beer. Hercules noted a shovel next to the cauldron.
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Guynemer
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Were we not going to docpile GhengisFarb for derailing the surprise docpile of last turn?
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Jon Miller
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Jamski has been acting suspiciously lately
JM
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