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CardsGravy Gary took another gulp of scotch and tossed down his cards.

"Trip aces. That'll do, gents."

Melon cracked a tree-bough neck and sniffed dismissively. The owner of the neck whimpered for a moment before having the good sense to faint. Radish nudged the body under the table.

"I swear you cheat."

Gravy held out his chemical-burnt hands in protest. It was then that the door of the bar crashed open, revealing two panting blondes in the process of entwining into one. A feminine hand slipped up inside a tarten miniskirt, revealing a flash of French lace.

Radish lowered his green lenses. Gravy stood up.

"Hey! We're closed."

Blonde number
Life on the RocksLife on the rocks.
The whiskey burn,
past liquid cool.
Little burgs clink,
A sly one winks.
The bar-prop fool.
He's yet to learn.
Life on the rocks.
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Wares finally relented, and began his advance on the door, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the sheer surface, as if he expected it scuttle away along the corridor at any moment. Of course, if it did, there was no way he would ever find it again; it had taken him the better part of half an hour to locate it with the aid of a map. Wares was sure the sh
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Actually, seeing as the ceiling was barely four foot above the floor, they weren't really designed for h
AV: Species Sheet - SquixianSpecies: Squixian

Homeworld and Environment: Tylerius - A small, fairly hot planet with a wide band of humid jungle around its equator.

Appearance:

Imagine a sort of pear-shaped balloon: about 16 inches tall, the colour of boiled cabbage and filled most of the way with jelly. Now give it a stubby pair of legs (one on each side), an equally stubby pair of arms (ditto), and a pair of watery eyes about the size and shape of golf balls (ditto again). Make sure the hands and feet are webbed. Add a shapeless mouth to the rough centre. Now make the whole thing reasonable damp and a little bit slimey. There, you've got it.

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Du Chat

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Ill met by moonlight,
Le Marquis du Chat.
Clad in fine sable.
Most austere of cats.

His larders are stocked,
with meat, fish and game,
hams, pâté and cheese,
too varied to name.

One ominous night,
a vile ginger rogue,
crept through the back door,
of Du Chat's abode.

But Du Chat was there,
in velvet slippers,
lurking in shadow,
next to the kippers.

He saw the vile rogue,
and let out a yowl.
He never had smelt,
a feline so foul.

No care for peril,
he fell on the cad.
No larder has ev'r
seen fighting so bad.

With needle-sharp claws,
the villain was beat.
And Du Chat was left,
the Lord of the street.

Ill met by moonlight,
Le Marquis du Chat.
Clad in fine sable.
Most austere of cats.
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My April Fool's Day deviation, inspired by Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats and written in a mad rush after getting back from a fencing competition!

This will probably be scrapped at some point. ;)

Also, I do realise that "Du Chat" makes absolutely zero sense on its own (and that it probably means something like "of a cat", if it means anything at all). It's intentionally silly.
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Mood: Joy ~farrick Apr 1, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
this is really cool I like it :thumbsup:
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~MetalMagpie Apr 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Cheers. It was just a quickie to get the cat badge. ;)
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