Go to Pandora's place
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She lives in a small house outside just outside of town, that sits by it's lonesome in a meadow. As you approach you can make out squirrels bounding in and out of her half open windows. | She lives in a small house outside just outside of town, that sits by it's lonesome in a meadow. As you approach you can make out squirrels bounding in and out of her half open windows. | ||
| - | "These are all my friends." she says as the two of you approach. "Well at least they were all my friends, before | + | "These are all my friends." she says as the two of you approach. "Well at least they were all my friends, before. Now, you're all my friends. It's not that I don't like them anymore, but they've never been too fond of people that aren't me. I should be sad but I can't because I know with you here I won't ever stop being happy again. Thank you so much mister." |
Everything in her house is made out of wood that still has some of the bark on it. It's almost as if she just cut trees into a shape that would sort of work for furniture and used it like furniture. Even her bed is just a cut out log with a bunch of hay on it. | Everything in her house is made out of wood that still has some of the bark on it. It's almost as if she just cut trees into a shape that would sort of work for furniture and used it like furniture. Even her bed is just a cut out log with a bunch of hay on it. | ||
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After familiarizing yourself with her living space, you take her again. And again. On the porch. On the floor. In the bathroom. Loading her again and again with your seed. Even the bed isn't so bad when you use it to impale your companion. The hours turn to days, the days turn to months, and the months turn to years. | After familiarizing yourself with her living space, you take her again. And again. On the porch. On the floor. In the bathroom. Loading her again and again with your seed. Even the bed isn't so bad when you use it to impale your companion. The hours turn to days, the days turn to months, and the months turn to years. | ||
| - | You've been rendered almost completely deaf by Pandora's sounds of passion, you picked up a bit of the squirrel speak here and there, and now chicken noodle | + | You've been rendered almost completely deaf by Pandora's sounds of passion, you picked up a bit of the squirrel speak here and there, and now chicken noodle marshmallows is your absolute favorite meal. All because you got involved with a strange sad girl downtown, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Life is good. |
Current revision as of 10:05, 4 March 2020
"I'd love to go home with you, Pandora." you say smiling a satisfied grin. And so the two of you untangle from each other and fix your clothes, before heading to her place.
She lives in a small house outside just outside of town, that sits by it's lonesome in a meadow. As you approach you can make out squirrels bounding in and out of her half open windows.
"These are all my friends." she says as the two of you approach. "Well at least they were all my friends, before. Now, you're all my friends. It's not that I don't like them anymore, but they've never been too fond of people that aren't me. I should be sad but I can't because I know with you here I won't ever stop being happy again. Thank you so much mister."
Everything in her house is made out of wood that still has some of the bark on it. It's almost as if she just cut trees into a shape that would sort of work for furniture and used it like furniture. Even her bed is just a cut out log with a bunch of hay on it.
After familiarizing yourself with her living space, you take her again. And again. On the porch. On the floor. In the bathroom. Loading her again and again with your seed. Even the bed isn't so bad when you use it to impale your companion. The hours turn to days, the days turn to months, and the months turn to years.
You've been rendered almost completely deaf by Pandora's sounds of passion, you picked up a bit of the squirrel speak here and there, and now chicken noodle marshmallows is your absolute favorite meal. All because you got involved with a strange sad girl downtown, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Life is good.
Congratulations Reader
You've just discovered the Pandora ending. I hope you enjoyed the adventure and I encourage you to try and find more
