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The player behind Kalarus is approached by a foxy lady on the street and decides to make his move...
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| Hello there, babe, love the facial hair you got goin'. | |
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| L-o-l, now allow me to display for you my large collection of clanmedals and my huge sword of holy vengeance. | |
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| What the shit, I don't want to see some little circles of paper or some tinfoil phallus... What the hell is wrong with you? | |
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| R-o-f-l, now seriously, let's go back to your place and we can do some pottery, Ghost-style. | |
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Unfortunately, he realizes that what may work in a textual roleplaying game may not also work in real life. Such a hard lesson for some to learn.
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| O-m-g, what happened, that always works with Alora... | |
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