A wolf's howl sounded somewhere behind me. I turned over on my rock, lying back as I stared up at the gargantuan beast rising out of the swamp. Its half-submerged body was a singular great mass of brown and yellow scales, but its four heads sat atop long, thick necks that writhed and twisted in the air as water dripped off of them. Two of the heads glared down at me with burning emerald eyes, while the other two trapped the black knight between their mouths. I didn't see any teeth,

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I waste so much time on writing essays and background material and worldbuilding shit for the Borderworld instead of actually writing chapters. So much, in fact, that some of my Skype friends have begun referring to me as Danny Jidya, because I uncover and explain the DEEPEST LORE. I blame Posh for that name. Fuck you, Posh. Fuck you and your Solid Snake adventures. When are you going to give the public Cupsnakes like we all want?

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