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Someone Like Me

It’s 1996. I am standing before a massive Dwarven gate covered in intricate runes. I am weary from my travels and unsure of my purpose. I fear the world in which I journey, for I am oh-so-small and the world is oh-so-large. If I…

No Enemies Need Apply

Portland is my kind of town. I don’t mean its liberal attitude, or its hip, ‘we don’t need your approval’ punk undertones, or its ‘we don’t got no employability’ college graduate feel. I mean the weather. It rains all year round, and it’s always…

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