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... of the piles to fill them up. I hurled my core onto the top of a different pile and told it, “Bon Appetit.” Within minutes, I heard the junk collapse into the depression it created in the middle. Sadly, it didn’t work like in a dungeon—no liquid acrylic paint flowing toward the core to be absorbed.
Oh, well.
To ensure there were no enemies approaching, I soared up and did a slow rotation in the air. I spotted a few fake goblins scattered on other piles, but they kept their distan ...
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