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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Luinnar" data-source="post: 5901186" data-attributes="member: 44459">Sharpe rushes ahead, pulse pounding. The pudding golems were after him, sent by the evil sugger-plum faries. Curse their tasty hides! Dodging a meat-pie monster wielding a large pair of sciccors he turnes another corner. At least the dragon was safe he thinks to himself. After The Necromancer betrayed them and raised The Monk into a Dracolich they lost Prime and Shorty. It was just him and that Other Guy left. That was until the Other Guy was lured away by a whip-cream-o-wisp and was lost in the shortbread mines.But the dragon was safe, having eaten Hansel and Gretel and the Witch, he was safly curled up inside the gingerbread house.Almost getting stuck on a lollipop he went down the chocolate stairs. MMMMMMMM chocolate, but it was no time to snack now! he thinks to himself hitting a peppermint wall.It was a dead end! It would take him hours to gnaw his way out. Hours he did not have! Soon the green and off-white forms of the pudding golems glooped into view. (pistachio and white-chocolate for those interested) Pulling out a spoon he did they only thing he could do, attack!Or so Sharpe hallucinated in another one of his psychotic episodes. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>