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Dystopia has a minion!

Moose the Dumbo

Dystopia
Legacy Name: Dystopia

The

Hydrus Darkonite
Owner:

thoughtful

Age: 15 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 30th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 30th, 2008 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
December 23rd, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

...

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think.