Learning Archives - FIN Week 16
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Ridiculous, of course, but with the witch hunters already searching your town, you
know it is only a matter of time before you are discovered.
However, the villagers have been
corrupted as well, with their skin covered in weeping lesions and their minds twisted.
Your
grandmother from Greece is a hoarder.
They seem to be chasing the man and are increasing
in size ever so slowly. You were never allowed in before, but now there is no one to stop you.
It's time for your first quest — in this lifetime." Universities are sacked by mobs who think
that knowledge is the devil's work and book burning becomes commonplace.
As the
radiation builds, you are a scientist tasked with finding a solution for humanity to survive,
even if it means emigrating to another planet.
But when you enter your first battle and
actually feel each blow, you know something is wrong.
As a British magic dealer, an
opportunity presents itself in 1834, so you start illegally transporting bottles of elixirs into
the United States and turning a huge profit—until something unexpected happens. Your
heart is aching.
Nearly every destructive spell your master knew was cast upon you, but you
easily blocked his attacks as they ricocheted off your deflection spell one by one.
You have
watched and re-watched pretty much every 1980s sitcom out there.
You chuckle a bit.
Although you've loved him since you were a teenager, he only sees you as his charge—his
duty, nothing more.
Your mother's voice was last year's offering, and it seems that this year your talents
are on the table.
But as the centuries drag on and you enter the modern age, people begin to
see you as a washed-up mascot, no better than the likes of those horrendous animatronic
characters from the 1980s.
However, as you follow the leads and navigate the seedy
underbelly of the capital planet, you realize that this is not just a murder, but an
assassination, and that the emperor himself might be the culprit. Slowly, bacteria and plants
will be added and the dome will be expanded.
Then you notice that two of them look oddly
familiar.
They only drink the blood of those they want to mate with, marking their territory.
As soon as you take steps to publicize this information, you become the target of a smear
campaign. The sleepiest one erupts at least once a week, and the others range from once an
hour to a constant flow of magma.
You sometimes do accept passengers.
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