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Chapter One - Child Prodigy
The three teenagers, all around fifteen in age, sat in complete silence. There was no sound at all, save for the merry tinkle of paintbrushes in a jar of water. Daniel Fenton was painting again, a look of intense concentration on his youthful, almost childish, face. He made each stroke of the brush with expert precision, then scrutinised what he had done very carefully as if checking the paint for defects. His pale blue eyes lit up with joy when he saw the flawless results and he leaned back, rinsed his brush once more and had his first look at the composition as a who
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Your chibis do not stink.
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*Creepy stare*
This thing is so win: [link]
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Danny: It stinks of death in here...
Thanatos: ...Sorry, that was me
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Danny: It stinks of death in here...
Thanatos: ...Sorry, that was me
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Number 23:
Alaskana walks in on Truman wearing a sombrero in goofy fashion, a hoop skirt, clown shoes, waving a flashlight around in the air, holding a tray of cubed cheese, all the while screeching like a chimpanzee. What happens?
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Danny: It stinks of death in here...
Thanatos: ...Sorry, that was me
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