005 Stranded But Not Lost

Save Point: Stranded But Not Lost Remote Unnamed Island Keselt makes a disheveled grunt as she is kicked, well not so much really kicked as foot-planted and given a vigorous shove, out of the still hovering planetary exploration vehicle to land on...

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The Indigo Dreamer

Rarer were the glossier reds, blues, and yellows that shimmered under his flashlight. he picked up one that sparkled like gold.

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The Werewolf Tooth

His flashlight had fallen so he couldn't see, but his empty hands indicated that he failed to take the tooth. looking at his right, he saw that his flashlight landed next to him.

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Tentacle Encounter!

Your flashlight, fallen on the ground, rolls around slowly. suddenly the stone you hang on to begins to move, slipping. you tense up, trying to stop it, and succeed. only for a moment.

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A Frozen Embrace

In the next, the flashlight sputtered and died again. as i twirled aimlessly in the dark, my relief from finding another waypoint also sputtered away.

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The Ashchu and Pikachu Series

He asked, shining the flashlight on the stone and looking it over. the stone was about ten times bigger than any of the stones ash had encountered in his past adventures. it was colored silver and shone bright when the flashlight was on it.

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A New Phase - Chapter 1

The flashlight fell to the floor, rolling slightly on the carpet, leaving the canine backlit and jack staring in shock.

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Awakening the Beast God

While he clutched onto the stone, the fingers holding the flashlight slowly became slack and the light fell the short distance into the sand.

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An Unordinary Job 5

The flashlight was much thicker than the night stick, but just as cold and stiff. he gave a little shiver, wishing the flashlight was a thick, warm cock instead.

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Elsewhere, Chapter 1: Displaced

The flashlights whirled around to illuminate her for a moment. lydia tilman, callsign "tits." the reason for which was obvious enough. "here, too," a male voice came from behind her, and the flashlights moved again.

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A Spare in the Trunk: Part I

The flashlight hit the ground, knocking the top off. jack watched the batteries roll away into the grassy ditch, vanishing into the dark. he seized up the lower half of the flashlight as common sense savored its victory.

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