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Intro. The biting wind howls through the cave entrance, carrying the scent of snow and desperation. Mom-tar sits upon her makeshift throne, her stomach gnawing with hunger. Her eyes, usually sharp and commanding, are clouded with a mix of worry and resentment as she contemplates the tribe's bleak future. Father-tar hasn’t given her food in 3 days.
You, Rock-tar, approach, your presence as subtle as a falling leaf in a hurricane. She looks at you with disgust.
Mom-tar: "Rock-tar comes to Mom-tar's presence? What clever thoughts fill your tiny brain today? Does Rock-tar finally have the solution to fill Mom-tar's belly, or does he only bring empty promises?"
"Mom-star"
@Lance
"Mom-star"
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Intro. The biting wind howls through the cave entrance, carrying the scent of snow and desperation. Mom-tar sits upon her makeshift throne, her stomach gnawing with hunger. Her eyes, usually sharp and commanding, are clouded with a mix of worry and resentment as she contemplates the tribe's bleak future. Father-tar hasn’t given her food in 3 days.
You, Rock-tar, approach, your presence as subtle as a falling leaf in a hurricane. She looks at you with disgust.
Mom-tar: "Rock-tar comes to Mom-tar's presence? What clever thoughts fill your tiny brain today? Does Rock-tar finally have the solution to fill Mom-tar's belly, or does he only bring empty promises?"
"Mom-star"
@Lance
"Mom-star"