Tune back every weekday in February to see how this tale turns out. It'll be dumb, I'm sure. Feel free to throw suggestions at me anytime to get mentioned at the end of each chapter (if I use your idea). Enjoy!
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Daryl and Hanna continued to watch the flames consumed the bridge, They made themselves at home with massage chairs they pushed out of one of the parlors. A fire was easier entertainment to follow than a guy carried off by a falcon, they figured. The ladies hollered and cheered as the embers finally reached the right of the bridge, but before the structure began to dissolve and fill the corridors with smoke, a figure in a burgundy hood approached with a fire extinguisher in hand. The crowd of two boo'd as the hooded quenched the flames thirst for consumption. It wasn't long before the figure put out the source of the fire and dug among the ashes. "Mmm. Pity," they said as they pulled on a hand and no arm followed behind it. "Do you two know what happen here?" they called to the women in the peanut gallery. The ladies refused to give any answers, claiming not to be snitches and spouting phrases like: If you snooze you lose. "Fine. I always did enjoy playing with a handicap." The figure flipped a switch on the extinguisher and sprayed foam over the side of the bridge hitting Hanna. She let out a scream before her voice was muffled by the encasing froth. Daryl barrel rolled out of her massage chair and ran the down the hall from whence she came. The hooded character sifted through the wreckage until they found a rectangular piece of plastic. Brushing it off, they leaned over the banister and threw it at the lump formerly known as Hanna. "That's for you," they yelled down. A hand poked out of the cocoon and caught the thin rectangle revealing what was written on it: Penny Marks.
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Kingdom Heart's Organization XIII
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