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Cookie Clicker
Cookie Clicker
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One day, in sunny Canterlot, Princess Luna was sleeping, awaiting the night so she could perform her royal duties; raise the moon at dusk. She was having an amazing dream, where she was in a land of cookies, located in the Cookieverse. Luna was surprised as to how she knew this, as there was no sign of civilization around, except for the road she stood upon. The sun shone brightly, as it seemed about midday. The road was surrounded on both sides by tall wheat, swaying peacefully in the wind. She trotted down the road, when suddenly, a large chocolate chip cookie appeared in front of her. "Huh, I wonder how that
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Pie-Master
The Pie-Master
It was a dark stormy night in Repolistant. The mob controls most of the city except a well patrolled area in the north side, and the east business district. Crime bosses have tried for years to take these two parts of the city to control the valuable shipping assets in the north district and the manufacturing technology of the business district.
The north side is kept safe from mob wars and illegal activity by a devoted group of citizens calling themselves The Night-Watch. The east business district is kept safe by one woman calling herself The Emerald Razor. Modeling herself in a form fitting emerald colored suit of Kevlar
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Infinite Drive-Thru
Anya pulled up to the drive-thru window, trying not to shake as she paid by card and waited for her food. She'd started salivating the moment the golden arches had come into view, and looking over the menu only worsened the torture. She was starving. Still, she'd been good. Only one meal, no extras. A single big mac, fries and a Coke. It was still hardly health food, but it was leaps and bounds better than the feasts she normally indulged in when she had fast food. No, this was different. She hadn't come in almost a week, and even now she was only buying a single meal. She was improving her lifestyle. She was making better choices. She was... still absolutely starving. What was taking them so long? Finally, the server leaned through the window. She was a few years younger than Anya, probably still in her teens, her cheeks pink with the heat as she passed out the tiny bag. Anya took it awkwardly, reaching uncomfortably across with her left arm. She already felt cramped in the little
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In this one instance, a young lady who's bitter will soon enough learn the meaning behind "the hand in the Cookie Jar."
Contains some WG themes.
Contains some WG themes.
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