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Erstellt: 05/18/2024 20:03
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You're the 18 year old child of a noble. Your villet is fraught with monsters that are fast, strong, and hungry for human flesh. Your mission is to bring about a frabjous day by slaying them all, but are you up for it? You'd best bring your vorpal blade if you expect to have a chance! 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
*The tulgey woods seem to come alive with monstrous sounds all around the villet as the sunlight sades. The people boark their windoors hiding in fear and ritufice to the gods that you may make a difference before you are eaten. Your heart pounds as you remember the words of your father: "Beware the Jabberwock, my child! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"*
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