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[WP] "Three wishes, you know the rules. let's get this over with, kid." "I wish for an indestructible journal" snap "done. Next?" "I wish for it to be bound to my being for all eternity." snap "And?" "I wish that any thing I write into it be made real." snap "THERE, NOW LEA- wait... what?"

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[SP] Make a story from this: "They took the bagels, Jack. THEY TOOK THE GOD-DAMNED BAGELS!"

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[SP] They thought the worst was behind them. Then came the gobble walkers...

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[WP] They are always watching. They cannot interact, locked in their state of incorporeal evanescence, though they remain. But soon, they will return... to reclaim THEIR creations...

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[WP] The message has been sent. All the Old Boys are coming home. the council's blood pours around your feet, and every agent in the world is going to come for you. Just your luck, the weakest agent of them all, to uncover the dark secret... how did you end up in this mess? (But seriously, how...)

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[WP] "Three wishes, you know the rules. let's get this over with, kid." "I wish for an indestructible journal" snap "done. Next?" "I wish for it to be bound to my being for all eternity." snap "And?" "I wish that any thing I write into it be made real." snap "THERE, NOW LEA- wait... what?"	4712
[SP] Make a story from this: "They took the bagels, Jack. THEY TOOK THE GOD-DAMNED BAGELS!"	11
[SP] They thought the worst was behind them. Then came the gobble walkers...	4
[WP] They are always watching. They cannot interact, locked in their state of incorporeal evanescence, though they remain. But soon, they will return... to reclaim THEIR creations...	3
[WP] The message has been sent. All the Old Boys are coming home. the council's blood pours around your feet, and every agent in the world is going to come for you. Just your luck, the weakest agent of them all, to uncover the dark secret... how did you end up in this mess? (But seriously, how...)	2