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There's just too damned much going on at night. And my crappy plastic cameras could barely keep up. Here's Jonathan, at the Tree made entirely of bones.
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Suzanne and Tif waited for a scheduled match at Deathguild's Thunderdome. |
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Meanwhile Matthew ignores the Man prowling Center Camp's Cafe, just before a guy with a flamethrower helmet blew a hole in the cafe's roof.
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