Monitored by:![]() Klunsgoddess |
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I have an Alimedel cargo airship to return in the coming days. Or maybe not; they seem like rare sights.
With the number of commissions having piled up, Kluns put out the request to investigate this world--Alimedel Isle--to properly catalogue the place these commissions come from.
While I haven't fully finished my trek, I can already find some stringy conspiracies, red-white monochrome spaces, and sky captains. Some people have even confused me for an "Anomalies" because I don't have nostrils and I'm human-shaped. I... guess there's no need for a disguise then.
Overall it's a fairly calm place. Nothing post-apocalyptic nor oppressive, the plants are probably alive in a fantasy kind of way. That's the end of my report.
![]() ![]() JahReminds me of Miss B. A lot more peaceful, though. |
![]() Pezy MaucAn infiltrator, just like me. |
![]() ![]() ClineA deer in the (draw)lights |
![]() ![]() Fatfuck RinneiDidn't Kluns make a Fatfuck of himself? Where did it go...? |
![]() ![]() Fatfuck RinneiIt's white now. A truly confounding conundrum. |
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