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Edited by Dragokin:
2/21/2026 6:02:30 PM
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To all off topic enjoyers I challenge thee... you know the rules....(Bet you can't do it) the hook is set GO!!!
This post is officially over a year old... Original Post Feb/19/2025...
Updated post counting post
https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/265186316/0/0
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003 [spoiler]I think I'm having way too much fun... these creative narrative snippets are quite therapeutic...[/spoiler]
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002 [spoiler]*a local postal centaur arrives at the intake office of hard roc deliveries...and passes a box to a dwarf at the desk...[/spoiler]
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001 [spoiler]*the typewriter begins to clack away of its own volition...the figure skims the text as it's written...no fatalities...one close call with a cannon event... And no major or killer butterflies....the now three foot of scroll cuts and rolls from the typewriter...the figure slides the scroll in to a leather bound tube to be delivered and is unceremoniously tossed into a shoot by the door... [/spoiler]
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.... hammer time🎶
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055 [spoiler]Purplespider settles at home after another long day at work. It wasn't "one of those days" kind of a day, but it had its challenges. She suspects there may have been some lingering effects from yesterday. She hopes Azura's feeling a little better. A box of treats has been sent out via the Hard Roc airborne delivery service. They did a great job with the cool breeze. Purplespider hopes she sent some of Azura's favourites. [/spoiler]
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Edited by purplespider1976: 9/25/2025 12:36:42 PM054 [spoiler]Purplespider finishes emptying the recycling bin. As she walks back into the warehouse, her eyes widen in amazement. The 14 skids of material to ship out have all disappeared. Hopefully, to the correct locations. Warily, she returns to her desk. The mystery parts others had left are all labeled with the project numbers and what needs to happen with them. Her eyes tear up with gratitude. Purplespider looks towards the open warehouse bay. Her face glows with golden red flames. She whispers to the breeze brushing past her cheeks, "Thanks Dragokin." [/spoiler]
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053 [spoiler]Dragokin, I thought we'd all agreed to stop volunteering for Aifos's experiments?![/spoiler]
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Edited by Dragokin: 9/25/2025 6:59:08 AM052 [spoiler]1 . execute plans at the longest range possible to minimize suspicion 2. Act within a 3 hour window of the present to minimize butterflie effect and paradoxes 3. The mages guild can can only expell you if you get caught .4 (and my favorite) the arch mage can go chew on a horse shoe....(but I might've taken that one out of context...as my memory was thrown out of wack after I volunteered for several questionable transmutation experiments...)[/spoiler]
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051 [spoiler]Drago what did I tell you about screwing with the timeline…[/spoiler]
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Edited by Dragokin: 9/25/2025 2:54:43 AM050 [spoiler]*...the roar and flash struggle in vain as the dark alleys devour the now distant echoes...and only the scent of sulfur and steel remain...the drum mag now empty is tossed to the desk next to an "old" typewriter with the rifle resting barrel still glowing leans on the window sill to cool...and the figure now examines the drum mag... Along the edge runes glow in a faded orange light...under his breath... "one timeline one hit..." [/spoiler]
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049 [spoiler]Purplespider looks dejectedly at the chaos on her desk. With a small sigh, she goes to the warehouse. The chaos isn't any better there. As she wheels the overflowing old-packaging bin to the recycling, she pauses and listens. There's an odd sound in the air. Kind of whistling screams. She looks up in time to see a stream of...bullets...or birds...or something strange wreathed in flames heading towards her. Most curl past and fly through the open warehouse door. One stops abruptly in front of her nose and disappears with a pop of displaced air.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Dragokin: 9/24/2025 10:05:43 PM048 [spoiler]*nods..walks over and opens the locked wardrobe in the corner to retrieve his trusty Thompson .45 and locates the drum mag labeled "those days" with a sticky note and walks towards the window and opens it...a cool breeze drifting into the fifth floor office a few loose papers flutter from the nearby large oak desk...the drum clicks into place invoking memories of fire and mud aiming towards the moon...a shining crescent caught on dark clouds... cold steel turns hot accompanied by a thunderous roar...the purpose build hexed rounds tearing through the time stream to help resolve a few problems for someone somewhen somewhere....[/spoiler]
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047 [spoiler]one of "those" days. Sigh[/spoiler]
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Edited by Dragokin: 9/24/2025 9:49:56 AM046 [spoiler] holy crap... good to know you're ok but are you ok? No injuries of a serious nature I Hope...... I've had a truck try to park in my bedroom once a few years back...and I still don't do well with screeching tires ....[/spoiler]
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045 [spoiler] good morning everyone[/spoiler]
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044 [spoiler]I'm glad you're okay Azura.[/spoiler]
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043 [spoiler]I’m alive… cops said they couldn’t do anything since I didn’t catch the plate[/spoiler]
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042 [spoiler]no crossbow for me. Maybe next time.[/spoiler]
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041 [spoiler]are you okay Azura?[/spoiler]
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040 [spoiler]got hit by a car post :3[/spoiler]
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039 [spoiler] watching thunder storm is always fun... bummer about the light...glad you enjoyed banner did you find a cross bow?[/spoiler]
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038 [spoiler]thunderstorming. Not dark so I can't watch the lightning. 😔[/spoiler]
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037 [spoiler]good morning everyone. It's sunny and humid here for now. Supposed to get rainy later. [/spoiler]
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036 [spoiler]bedtime. Just finished off my 2nd ever Iron Banner. Jumped into the deep end! 😆 It was fun![/spoiler]
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035 [spoiler]rain hit us last night cooler but very humid today....just got home from running around post ...[/spoiler]
