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[trikotomy]

So, I dreamt I went to the thrift store, but it was operating out of a dilapidated mansion at the bottom of a muddy ravine owned by some sort of prayer group (a banner above the deck read "Jesus is Super Cool," or something) and its method of operation was dumping junk in a heap in the burnt-out living room unattended and letting passers-by pick

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[_wastrel]

I think I remember a flame tongue from Revelations or two, if I'm not mistaken, and the radula reminds me of Euryale, even though the species are technically different. That evil orphan demographic usually gets away with just about everything.

(I didn't need to, but I felt it added to the experience)
You can always tell a pro by attention to detail like that.

And, of course the ghosts from the prayer group would've been stringing you along, those bastards.

[_wastrel]

which was easy because all the bad orphans were highlighted in monochrome

Something about this line brought the quote to mind:

"Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true. The bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats and we always defeat them and save the day. Nobody ever dies... and everybody lives happily ever after." (Giles)