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| What is the life of one who weilds the rusty bazooka? |
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| A small sign hangs over a small yet inviting door way. Next to the door, embodied forever sat an old weapon. It was a bazooka and old and worn and rusty. And it had been RedLady who had once weilded it and now it stood next to this little shop in rememberance of the time when she used to use it.... This is the Rusty Bazooka, a place for weary travelers and various others to stop by during their search for adventure... |
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