*As a flurry of activity breaks out across the deck, securing this and tying up that, a girl with wild aqua-black-white hair in millions of braids swings down on a rope, landing next to a bound figure in purple and drawing a sword. Another member of the crew disembarks and walks over to you. He says,* "If you wish the girl bound to the mast to survive, our captain would be willing to trade her for the fabled Staff of Blossoms or the Sword of Firmament." *He seems to be waiting for your response*
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"Grab a walking stick, crawl to the sunshine, and beat down any lemons life throws with your magical walking stick." - Purple, 2017
Nobody is born in darkness and shattered glass... The world leads them there to live alone.