Re: Uh oh

> > She ran.

> Just as she left, a small cloud of acrid chalk dust appeared in the spot where she had been standing, and even from the distance that she was at, her nose was assailed by the odd mixture of brimstone and correctional fluid ("white-out") that the residents of Tel'Ruid had come to know meant that the Typographical Terror himself was near. With a cackle for show, the Angel of Grammar read over the misfortunate Lucky's note and set off in pursuit of his prey--but not before sending a small pack of typo-demons to deal with the original perpetrator, the one known as "A girl wishing to lear [sic] elven."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyeeeeeeeeeee" Lucky screams as he runs away with terror in his eyes.

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> > > She ran. > > Just as she left, a small cloud of acrid chalk dust appeared in the spot where she had been standing, and even from the distance that she was at, her nose was assailed by the odd mixture of brimstone and correctional fluid ("white-out") that the residents of Tel'Ruid had come to know meant that the Typographical Terror himself was near. With a cackle for show, the Angel of Grammar read over the misfortunate Lucky's note and set off in pursuit of his prey--but not before sending a small pack of typo-demons to deal with the original perpetrator, the one known as "A girl wishing to lear [sic] elven." > "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyeeeeeeeeeee" Lucky screams as he runs away with terror in his eyes.
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