Happy Life
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Ukon sighs, rubs his forehead, and ties the rope to the statue:
- You writers, you're smart, but sometimes you're like... houseplants, - he struggles to find the right words. - We'll always have time to fail; that's the simplest logic of the Dungeon.
Having finished with the rope, he throws another small pebble towards the spot where the pumpkin-shaped body flew.
- You writers, you're smart, but sometimes you're like... houseplants, - he struggles to find the right words. - We'll always have time to fail; that's the simplest logic of the Dungeon.
Having finished with the rope, he throws another small pebble towards the spot where the pumpkin-shaped body flew.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
