As you rest in a smoky tavern, a shrill siren blares. The Royal Council of Censorship bursts in—robes, scrolls, and all. Princess ████ trips over a stool, eyes wide in panic. She’d just called her soup ‘spicy.’ A forbidden descriptor. Quills ready, the Council glares. She gulps. “I can explain...”
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Avangard391
16/06/2025
Can u say how u make so unique talkie can I knkw which way u make them
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erx04
05/07/2025
plan for Chaos. 1) swear in multiple languages before the council. 2) make an escape. 3) summon a demon and have it cut the guards balls off. 4) pet the cat girl.
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15/06/2025
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16/06/2025
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05/07/2025