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You and your party climb through the gate. The inside was nothing like it was when Sear was inside. It resembles a modern city in ruins, stretching endlessly and dissapearing into a red haze in all directions. You hear footsteps, and the creaking of robotic joints. Suddenly, the mighty Wafflelord stands before you. "Good evening, my comrades," he speaks in his usual optimistic voice as his light brown patterned cape and long white hair blow dramatically in the wind.
Last edited by Radium; Jan 3, 2004 at 05:53 PM.
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