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9/15/2019 11:09:50 AM
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A orange sports car shoots out of a inter dimensional portal on fire* Shit. I hate space battles. Well. Hello again Cronos. I got changed. A bit.
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"Yes, I can tell, Mr... Crowley." A wave of Cronos' hand, and a black Bentley appears, Bohemian Rapsody blaring. "Take this gift, Mr. Crowley. Your services will be quite appreciated soon."
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Perfection. I jump in*
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"I thought so, Mr. Crowley. Perhaps you'd also like a new apartment with your plants?"
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Plants? [spoiler]remind me what was that for[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]in crowleys apartment. Doesn't matter. Do you want a new apartment?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]sure sorry. Where’s the apartment? [/spoiler]
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A flash, and you fins yourself in a black-stoned apartment. The fireplace has lava flowing down the chimney. A hallway leads to a greenhouse full of plants. "Enjoy."
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Perfection. Thanks Cronos. In the meantime I’m gonna go find some stuff. Or other people do it for me.
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A small, black pyramid is on your desk. Its surface flickers with blue lights. "A generator, powered by the minds of The Thirteen. Able to bend time and space, Mr. Crowley."
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Awesome. Why thank you for this generosity.
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"All for Hell's loyalty, Mr. Crowley."
