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We have hired our newest Clan Leader, Opalstar as WindClan Leader! We are very excited to have them on the team and know they will lead their Clan to victory!

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This story is insanely good. I’ve been beta reading this thing since early in it’s conception, and here we are, not even a year later, and the first season is complete.

The story is composed of a lovely mix of fantasy themes, acts of heroism with plenty of shenanigans within, witty humor, fantastic representation, and compelling storytelling. I was hooked on this story since day one, and I cannot express in words how proud I am of how far it’s come.

With picking up this story be ready for an action packed, fluff filled journey of four eccentric and relatable teenagers going on a pilgrimage through a beautifully developed fantasy world to find themselves and grow closer as a group.

If you like adventure, fantasy, found family, fluff, some good angst, and fantastic storytelling from a witty up-and-coming author written with love and care, then this story is for you. And I assure you- you are in for a treat.

Yo, this probably isn't gonna get any attention, but I got this really neat story I wrote and I wanna share. It's called Glory of The Fallen, and it's about this boy named Elliott Zephyr who is something called a Wing (an elf with bird wings). The Wing banished these other people called Umbra underground some three thousand years ago because they're demons and use dark magic, and so they've been there for centuries.

Now of course, this is when Protagonist Syndrome kicks in and Elliott falls into this underground world in a freak accident, immediately almost dying, but being saved by three Umbra. Who are NOT evil by nature, as it turns out.

Basically me putting my gay realization journey in a fantasy world via a child who is my desired gender. No, wait, his boyfriend is my desired gender. Because yeah, they're all gay, of course they are. Tiberius is a nonbinary icon cause no one knows What They Are.

Anyways, if you wanna check it out, here's a link, PLEASE REBLOG, I want people to read this whole ass novel so people pay attention when book 2 is done. So yeah. GO FORTH AND READ MY MIND ANIMATIC FANFICTION!

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The Dream SMP as Stupid Things my Friends and I have Said Part 3

(All taken from a document of funny moments with some actions or locations changed for dramatic flair)

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Technoblade: Does Tommy know where the fish is? Did he take the fish?!

Technoblade: I want that to be the next big twist on the Dream SMP. During the blowing up L’Manburg(take 2) Tommy turns to Wilbur and Fundy and goes “If this is where it ends, I have something to confess something.”

Technoblade: “I took your wife.”

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Wilbur: If you wanna make it slow and torturous you go over their arms-

Philza: WE. ARE NOT. DISCUSSING THE LOGISTICS. OF RUNNING SOMEONE OVER. WITH A LAWNMOWER.

Wilbur: *continues talking about how to torture someone with a lawnmower*

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Tommy: Who would I be committing war crimes against?

Technoblade: The general public.

Tommy: The general public is stupid.

Technoblade: Yes. Eradicate them.

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George: Only I’m allowed to kill my enemies, Dream!

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Technoblade: So, how many ways have you plotted my death so far?

Quackity: Gun.

Dream: Totally none, zilch, don’t worry about it

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Wilbur: Sand Mafia.

Wilbur: There is a sand mafia.

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Badboyhalo: oh I still have an egg. yay.

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Tommy: I killed natural selection!

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Philza, referring to Tommy, Wilbur, and Quackity: Why am I hanging out with my two cursed children and a guy they found on the side of the road selling drugs?

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Wilbur: *dies at 90% for the third time on a rather difficult geometry dash level* death. death. death calls upon my name and drags my soul to hell for the actions i am about to commit against geometry dash.

Tommy, losing at mario kart: I hate everything and everyone, die.

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Wilbur: Cocaine is good

Wilbur: I wish I had cocaine right now

Philza: What is wrong with my kids? What did I do wrong raising these children that they turned out this way?

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Ranboo: *taking quiz*

Quiz: One negative trait about you is that you're... *one option is 'short'*

Ranboo: ...

Ranboo: Why do I want to click this

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Technoblade, showing Dream and Philza the dog army: Just pick up one of the dogs and shake it, trust me.

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Alexa Alarm Clock: *starts playing All I Want For Christmas is You*

Wilbur: NO *bangs desk* NO **bangs desk* WHY DID IT SPONTANEOUSLY START PLAYING “ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU”?!

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The Entire SMP: ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

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Schlatt: It’s just alcoholic gummy bears. That’s it.

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*complete silence*

Tommy, making sure Technoblade hasn’t found his little raccoon base under his house: Its not a murder basement yet......

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Tubbo: You just saw your life flash before your eyes.

Tommy: I saw your life flash before my eyes, I saw Dream’s life flash before my eyes, I saw Donatello’s life flash before my eyes-

Tubbo: DONATELLO *laughing*

Tommy: I gain the memories of the people I kill

Tubbo: *more hideous laughter*

Tommy: We won’t talk about why Dream was there

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Tubbo: I’ll remember to bring a weapon strong enough to kill Technoblade and Dream to my wedding.

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Tommy: I’m gonna yeet myself off the church!

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The Dream SMP as Stupid Things My Friends and I have Said Part 2

(All taken from a document of funny moments with some actions or locations changed for dramatic flair)

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Tommy: I wish I had some red food coloring for my snowman.

Wilbur: Well, you could just cover it in ketchup.

Tommy: That wouldn’t look like blood! I’m going for realism.

Wilbur: So you want to douse it in food coloring.

Tommy: No, no, I only want food coloring around the wounds! You’re really bad with snowman murder scenes.

Wilbur: Well, I’m not a killer!

Tommy: Neither am I!

Wilbur: Then how are you so good with it?

Tommy: Experience.

Wilbur: What does that mean?

Tommy: Whatever you think it means.

Wilbur: That’s concerning. Do I need to talk to Phil?

Tommy: You can’t prove anything.

Wilbur, holding up an imaginary recording device: I recorded this entire conversation!

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One of Tommy’s teachers: Back then, if someone offended you, it was perfectly legal to challenge them to a duel and shoot them.

Tommy: We need to bring that back.

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Ranboo: You’re sacrificing your health for your own entertainment.

Tommy, burning George’s house down, knowing Dream is gonna be pissed: Yep.

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Technoblade: Put your hands up! *pulls out sword*

Philza: *pulls out sword*

Quackity: *pulls out axe* You wanna fight?!?! Because I could take you.

Technoblade: *Stands up, says nothing*

Quackity: Why does this always happen?

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The Fans: Dream is not to be messed with.

Technoblade: *joins Mr. Beast Tournament*

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(Tubbo cannot geography pt. 2)

Tubbo: Belgium is not a person, it’s a country! Oh, I know Italy.

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Tommy: Always remember kids, that when the zombie apocalypse comes, and we’re being eaten, to reload your lead pipe.

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Tommy: I am a fire hazard. My existence is a fire hazard.

Dream: You are just a hazard in general.

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Technoblade: I have committed several war crimes today!

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Tubbo: *mumbling lyrics* 9 to 5… what a way to make a livin’... barely gettin’ by… it’s all takin’ and no givin’... want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me… I saw a bee!

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Technoblade: It’s easier to bully cats into submission then to ask for permission.

Antfrost:

Technoblade:

Antfrost:

Technoblade:

Technoblade: ...Don’t quote me on that.

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Tommy, talking to Dream: You’d rather be in prison sipping on your prison water and… bread.

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Tubbo: You know what I say? You know what I say?

Tubbo: More bees.

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Dream, throwing books into lava in his prison cell: I want to watch the world burn.

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Dream: Is there still blood on my face?

George:

George: No.

Dream: Good.

George: I’m just not gonna ask.

Dream: *nods grimly*

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Technoblade: I just orphaned two kids.

Philza: Techno, we’ve talked about this, you can only do that on Thursdays- Wait. It’s Thursday. Okay, go ahead-

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Tommy: Sometimes you end up stuck... in a cage... far away from home. Because life do be like that sometimes.

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Eret: Who needs therapy when you can just pour Gatorade in a wine glass

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Tubbo in a bee costume: I am chaos incarnate.

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*shortly before Doomsday*

Technoblade: Well, *pats shoulder* See you when the world is over.

Philza: See you when the world is over. *salutes*

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The Dream SMP as stupid things my friends and I have said Part 1

(All taken from a document of funny moments with some actions or locations changed for dramatic flair)

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Quackity: I’m not scared of him.

Technoblade: You should be.

Quackity: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Technoblade: I sleep with a knife in my hand.

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Philza: I have gained monk-like patience from being on this SMP.

*Technoblade spawning wither noises*

Philza: I am like a god-level-kindergarten supervisor.

*Tommy screaming*

Philza, reaching for water bottle: Gimme my patience juice--

Wilbur: *presses button*

*cut to “It’s all gone!” and angst*

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Philza: *Scooting away from Ranboo in his panic room* Ranboo, that makes it sound like you're in the maffia

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Technoblade: Goose has become a sign of rebellion and anarchy. And considering the nature of Untitled Goose Game… it’s not wrong.

Technoblade, several minutes later after nearly staging a revolution on the SMP: The goose is a god that is to be worshipped. I am his priest.

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Philza: What are you doing?

Wilbur, while sipping a red substance from a wine glass: Drinking.

Philza: What are you drinking?

Wilbur: Well, technically it’s out of date cranberry juice… but in a way, that makes it aged wine *sips*

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Dream: Someone’s being rude. Do you need to go to Church Prime?

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Philza: Are you okay?

Wilbur: I’mplayingacharacterthatsadomesticterroristandits SO FRICKIN GAY!!

Philza:

Wilbur: Roleplay stuff.

Philza: ...ah.

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Tubbo: Wait, Alaska is connected to Canada? I thought it was an island!

Technoblade: *in a corner writing his evil agenda, desperately trying to spell terrorist correctly and failing*

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Tommy: I’m mad at you.

Dream: Why?

Tommy: I had another dream.

Dream: *sighs* What did I do this time?

Tommy: You and Techno kidnapped Tubbo, took him to your house, and chopped his head off.

Technoblade: And you were laughing maniacally the whole time.

Tommy: Yeah.

Dream: Sounds fun. *to Technoblade* We should do that some time.

Technoblade, at the same time as Tommy: Yes!

Tommy, at the same time as Technoblade: NO!!

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Philza, eating with Technoblade: So, what’d you do today?

Technoblade: Well, let’s just say politics suck and baguettes are not particularly useful for sword fighting.

Philza: *chokes*

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Dream: *in a crab pose*

Tommy: *looks at him*

Dream: I am your demons.

Punz, half of the server following him, now behind Dream: And I am yours.

Dream: *leaps*

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Eret: Do you want to hear my new philosophy?

Tubbo: ???

Eret: If I cannot be bisexual, then I shall be die-sexual.

Tubbo: *wheeze*

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Dream: If a sacrifice needs to be made, I’m willing to have the children take the bullet.

The minors on the SMP: You’re always willing to have me take the bullet! And if there isn’t one, you shoot one at me!

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Tommy: Dream’s not keeping his chestplate on and it’s making me mad.

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Dream, writing the SMP: All the other SMPs are boring

Wilbur: This ones got some zest to it

Technoblade: *rubs his fingers together* Gotta love ze ZeSt~

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Tommy: *is trying to kill Dream* I wanna smite this thing but I can’t HIT IT!

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Video: *explains how a volcano can become extinct and never erupt again*

Tubbo: So volcanoes just die?

Tommy: Yeah, like Wilbur Soot.

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Technoblade: *Hugs Ranboo*

Ranboo: Friendship!

Technoblade: Sure.

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Technoblade: Let’s have cake for lunch!

Philza: We can’t do that.

Technoblade: Why? No one’s gonna stop us.

Philza: *gestures to government*

Technoblade: *pulls out wither skulls* Did I stutter?

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Technoblade: *talking to the voices about Carl*

Tubbo: ???

Philza: In case you’re confused, Karl is also the name of his horse.

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