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[It's a fine day in Camp Fuck You Die, and our favorite cranky novelist is sitting under a tree with a brand new notebook, considering what to write for his next book. As he has no ideas, he decides to have some fun -- less fanfiction, more mocking what counts as popular literature these days. Just as Edward and Bella meet in an impassioned embrace

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[puretype]

[ o-ow what is going on D: ]

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[IT'S RAINING DILDOS~]

[puretype]

[ I do not know these dildos you speak of. ]

... Is this another message?

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No, I don't think so.

[puretype]

Ah... so this is normal weather, in this world.

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Not really.

[puretype]

No?

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Not particularly. But weird stuff raining isn't really unusual either.

[puretype]

I've seen that. There were cards, before, with hidden messages concerning the past and future.

[ picking up a dildo and examining it clinically ]

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Know what these are?

[puretype]

I don't know. Weapons?

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No.

[puretype]

... I'm not very familiar with things around here. Tools?