Decisions and Sacrfice Open

Rat-stein takes throttle's place among the biker mice, trouble brews. meanwhile carbine and rimfire are captured on mars, along with stoker are brought to earth. twists and turns soon lead to throttle's entrapment on plutark where he finds harley.

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Full Moon Medication

Meeting his eyes, i see the flames of bloodlust brewing there, quickly doused with vodka which then coats his chest in hair. "i'm sorry, man" he growls out as he rips off his t-shirt.

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*NEW* Human No More Revamp 2: Trouble

"it's a simple potion actually, transformation is one of the more basic brews. now if i make this for you, you have to promise to stop knocking on my door every day. the potion will be done in two years, i do not want to see you until then."

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My human companion

The brew up, tea what a curious thing dried leaves soaked in boiling water to create some sort of infusion. to me it is palatable, to my friend it was like life itself.

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Ch. 5: The Lion's Head Pub

How's about i start you on the house brew and we'll see where the night goes." bart tossed her a silver coin. "i look forward to whatever the night brings," he said with a wink.

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Thralls of the Gnoll Shaman

The lass returns with two mugs, "this is a new brew we've got, first one's on the house sweetie."

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This Can't Be Bleach, It Smells Better

That was the most convenient part of having a son old enough to drink coffee: there was always a fresh brew when william had a late morning.

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The Fags: Adieu To Loneliness

Raising his hands, and spilling a bit of his brew, he shouted "who's up next?" a few members would jump up, play a song or two and then trade off with someone else while the others drank and screwed around.

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Phoenix - Chapter 6 - Dining In

Daron smiles at the vixen as she walks to the opposite end of the bar, where the coffee is nearly finished brewing.

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Crumbled Crane

I pay a visit to several more homes, mostly the sick or elderly, to hand out more warming brew. there's only one bottle left, which is for me. i grunt as i carry the now heavy pack uphill. the sky is brightening up as well, signaling dawn.

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