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Route 5: Golden Aether

Death, pillaging, and destruction- this has been the fate of Fódlan for the past five years. War has claimed countless lives, and many believed Byleth’s to be one of them. She disappeared shortly before Garreg Mach Monastery fell, and her students in the Golden Deer house assumed the worst when they couldn’t find their beloved professor. They were overcome with joy, if not a little confused, when she reappeared after years of presumed death. Byleth’s keen strategy and battlefield prowess allowed her former students to retake Garreg Mach and begin the fight to save Fódlan.

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Average: 3.8 (6 votes)

Streaming

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Shirley had massively, grossly underestimated how many people had money and a willingness to spend it on stupid things.

Holding up a pump and asking her stream watchers if they wanted to see her pump up her boobs was, obviously, a joke. Much fun was had by all, until she received a rather sizeable donation with a message of "ten thousand bits if you do it kappa."

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Average: 4.7 (6 votes)

Shane

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Shane is a 24-year-old slightly muscular guy. During the day he's a mechanic in a car dealership. He loves his work, but he likes his partner a lot more, of course. His name is Mark, a 25-year-old muscle Adonis. He also works at the same dealership. This was the place where they met. They lived together for 4 years now. Both share the passion for balloons and keep the bedroom filled up with them. They kept them unpopped, but if occasionaly one failed, it did something to them too. Sometimes they popped for fun too.

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Average: 2.8 (4 votes)

Hand Traps

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“Round 2 begins now!”

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Average: 4.4 (5 votes)

Three's A Crowded

"You've locked the door, right?" Caroline asked as the cap unscrewed.

Marissa watched the blonde warily as she shook the small plastic container and rattled out the pills. They accumulated like bite-size candy, or oval-shaped pearls in a blue bowl, one that Marissa frequently used to cook microwavable ramen in her dorm when she didn't feel like going out.

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Average: 4.6 (11 votes)

Mammoth Marathoner

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“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Brock. I thought you would be sick of losing by now?” came a laugh. Brock whirled around from securing his bike to a chain link fence. His  hazel eyes narrowed to glaring slits as he saw his taunter was none other than Andre. Andre and Brock had been doing marathons for years and the young men were bitter rivals. It frustrated Brock to no end that he hadn’t yet managed to defeat the dark haired French Andre that moved like a cheetah.

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Average: 4.3 (6 votes)

Quiet!

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The door crept open with absolute silence. Not even the complaint of a hinge announced Shelley’s entry. A wool-lined outsole of a boot took the first cautious step inside, then her brown cloak was clutched close as she sidled through the gap. She drew her hood back to behold the sight of the ancient library.

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Average: 4.7 (10 votes)

Tight

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~&&~

Tight. So very, very tight.

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Average: 4.4 (17 votes)

Pool Balloon

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One of the benefits of living near the coast in a warm climate was the ready availability of beaches.  Unfortunately for Atsuko and Marissa this was common knowledge so, for fully half the year, they had to deal with overcrowding and tourists whenever they wanted to go swimming.  Eventually, between the congested parking lots and small children, they decided that enough was enough and started doing laps in a public pool within driving distance of the shore that was ignored to the point of nearly being abandoned.

Nearly.

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Can We Hit One Million Likes Before I Burst

After only fifteen minutes and thirty-four seconds, Tiffany and her mother, Jessie, managed to disqualify themselves from the Wonka factory tour. Admittedly, it was an impressive feat to lose that quickly, and would be a daunting new record to beat. Wonka only grumbled and checked his pocket watch. At this point, the only thing that really surprised him anymore was his ever-growing losing streak wagering with those little orange bastards, whose predictions were always terrifyingly precise. Still, it broke the monotony.

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Average: 4.5 (11 votes)
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