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| You walk down the hallways of the Hare Barracks, your nose pressed against the map as you try to find out where you are. All of a sudden, you feel yourself collide with another hare. Both of you go tumbling to the ground, and you see a liquidy substance flying everywhere. It wasn't until you were settled on the ground with the other hare moaning that you noticed it was paint and ink. "Look...LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! CAN'T EVEN WALK IN MY OWN ART GALLRERY WITH A COUPLE BOTTLES OF PAINT AND INK IN ME PAWS!" he sighs, shaking with frustration. "Ah well, you will clean it up, wot! Don't give me that look, you wander into my Art Gallery and near run me over fer cryin' out LOUD!" You turn around. Indeed, you had wandered straight through a doorway into the Art Gallery. "Once your finished, I s'ppose you want to make a piece of art. Well, I'll give the whole shibang right now. To send in your pictures, they must be hares. You will recieve 10 points for each picture. Right, now get cleaning!" | |||||||||||
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