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I'm starting a new series called:
The fictional daddy Subway
Welcome to fictional daddy subway choose one of the first five options:
The:
-Single dad himbos who just want to protect their special powered babys from the world- sandwich
The:
-Prima Ballerina- sandwich
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-extra spicy well hello there beautiful- sandwich
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-hood wearing, fuck you my child is completly fine (even tho it tried to destroy our order and me aswell) but i still love it- sandwich
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Over hundred years old, abducted into a base and mutated into a superman against their will in a painful procedure who, in the meantime, have lost their memories- sandwich
Stay tuned we will expand our menu each week
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Whumpril Day 24
Secrets
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Acolyte
Something about the Jedi was so… familiar. Hauntingly so. He doesn’t know what or how any more than he remembers anything that hasn’t happened in the past year. Some impressions, feelings will come through bit at a time, but nothing… concrete.
Not with clarity.
“The Jedi I fought,” the Acolyte says, standing in front of a hologram of Count Dooku, Lord Tyrannus. “He seemed familiar.”
“He was the same as the one you encountered on Ringo Vinda,” the Sith replies.
“It was something else,” the Acolyte replies. “That presence was…. familiar.”
For a moment, Dooku is quiet. “Don’t get distracted over a Jedi Knight,” he instructs.
His anger flares with a rush. He doesn’t remember but something – something about the Jedi was important to him, and he doesn’t know why. He loathes having to rely on the other Sith, to let them tell him about his own past.
It’s been nine months. That’s just short of a full year, and it’s all he remembers. All that time, nothing has come back to him.
All Dooku would tell him was that it was the Jedi’s fault.
And yet, there are stray moments that the Acolyte is certain everything about this is wrong and that there used to be a time he wasn’t fighting Jedi. That sounds too surreal.
“Who is he?” the Acolyte demands.
“How does it matter?” Dooku responds, “The Jedi must all die, so a new order can come into the galaxy. No one will find peace until they are all dead.”
“Not him,” the Acolyte argues. He’s top important, a quiet voice inside him whispers. And it’s true – there was something about that brilliant presence that pulled at the part of his mind he hasn’t felt in so long. “He is… different.”
“If you are certain, bring him to me on Serenno,” Dooku commands, “But the mission is our priority.”
He said a name. The Jedi had said a name, and the Acolyte doesn’t… know what his name is. He never has – Dooku said he never knew. The Jedi must be destroyed, but there was something about that one. Did… they used to know each other?
The Acolyte will find him, one way or another, and he will find answers
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