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[It is a quiet, peaceful evening in Camp Fuck You Die. Perhaps. . . too quiet.
Enter one (1) Honorary Britannian, mysteriously falling out of the sky. From where has he come? Why? How? We may never know.
But what we do know is that he has chosen the wrong person to break his fall on.]
. . . ah, sorry! Are you all right--
--Your Highness?!
[new character! will be slow, etc. etc. and crashing, but I'll pick up everything tomor--er, later today. promise ♥ and back!]
Enter one (1) Honorary Britannian, mysteriously falling out of the sky. From where has he come? Why? How? We may never know.
But what we do know is that he has chosen the wrong person to break his fall on.]
. . . ah, sorry! Are you all right--
--Your Highness?!
[new character! will be slow, etc. etc. and crashing, but I'll pick up everything tomor--er, later today. promise ♥ and back!]