dutch started howling in the hallway the moment I bped this
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Don’t think it’s immediately lethal enough for Sierra.
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The Phantom knows you need strong bones if you’re truly committed to the Slam Evil lifestyle…
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Daisy cowered in the corner of her hutch as her master brought the feeding tray, the tramp of his boots resounding in the hallway, getting louder and louder until his green-armored form emerged around the corner. She knew what was going to happen. There was no escape, no alternative, not on Gor. On Earth, perhaps, a rabbit might eat when she wanted to eat, but on Gor the will of her human was divine law. Such had it always been on Gor.
“Please, master,” wailed Daisy, “I know you are a kind master, a great master, a wise master. But I do not wish to be fed. I am not hungry, and the carrots are ever so large.”
“You will eat,” said Doomguy flatly, his cold blue eyes piercing her like a cat’s through the visor of his helmet. The carrots rattled in their container as he approached.
“I beg of you, powerful and potent master, have mercy on a rabbit and bring the carrots back in a few hours. I will be hungry again, master, I promise.”
“You will eat,” said Doomguy through clenched teeth. His voice boomed through the vocoder of his helmet. Still he came closer, towering over the rabbit hutch. When the Gorean master wished to feed the rabbit, the rabbit would be fed. There was no resisting his will. A massive brown-gloved hand dipped into the wooden box, bringing up two long, engorged carrots, their orange skins glowing softly in the firelight. With the other hand, he lifted the lid of the hutch, and the carrots tumbled onto the bedding in front of Daisy. “Now eat.” Doomguy watched, staring at her, his sinewy arms crossed in front of his breastplate.
Daisy took the first of the carrots in her tiny mouth, her bladelike incisors rending apart the fibrous flesh of the root vegetable. It was so large, but her lord said “eat”, so she would eat, regardless of her own wishes. In eating, she would come to know her true place. She ate, and ate. Her stomach bulged painfully, but still she nibbled on the carrots, her eyesight hazing with tears, until every scrap of carrot flesh had been consumed.
“You have been well fed,” said Doomguy, his voice as icy and flat as a glacier.
“Yes, master,” sobbed Daisy. “I–I have been well fed. For I am rabbit, and of Earth, and was ignorant of my reason for being. On Earth I could eat as I wished, but those who wished to feed me on Earth were weak, and Goreans like you are so mighty, so powerful. It is an honor to be fed by you. For the first time, I have come to realize what being rabbit means, and that I should long always to be fed by my master. I am small and weak, and it is my destiny to be dominated. Thank you, master.”
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I need this?
Legend has it only the true king of England can remove it from neutral.
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my heart chimes vital @Tulpa content
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Huge admirer of the Scythians, consider them my people even though the only commonality between them and myself is geographic origin
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no mounted archery, then? L
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I have played enough dozens of hours of mount and blade that it counts as another commonality
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The crossguard on that shifter is going to spill my fucking Baja Blast
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There but for the grace of hog go I
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