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this sounds cool!
I will print them later, when I am at my printer :)
On the first day of my attempt to escape what the remnants of the UN were apparently referring to as the "North American Nuclear Exclusion Zone," my scooter broke down near a rusty abandoned trailer where a bunch of racoons had just eaten all of the food inside. The racoons fled through the broken windows as soon as I entered. After thoroughly searching the entire trailer, the only thing I could find was a Cirno Nendoroid.
10/10 would slowly die of radiation poisoning while having lively hardtack tea parties with Cirno again