Gerald was a veteran. He was a Barnevelder, heavyset with feathers the color of burnt toast. He stood by the water dispenser—the strategic high ground—watching the chaos unfold.
“ENOUGH!”
🗺️ The Old Coop, Central Spawn (watch for the landmines disguised as nests) ⏰ Time: Rooster crow till last man squawks. pvp henhouse
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“Critical hit!” Gerald thought, grimacing from the sidelines. Snowball’s HP was low. He retreated to the corner to regenerate, looking thoroughly embarrassed. Gerald was a veteran
He looked at Snowball, then at Beatrix, and finally at the new challenger on the roost. then at Beatrix