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The Playdoh Republic
The stuff of dreams...
Paradox
Para Dox waging a war behind enemy lines. Hunting in the forest Para chases his Ideals, rejecting distractions until he dies. In another part of the forest he awakes to begin the chase again, dying and waking until eventually he does. When rested they awaken, their Ideals once again the quarry. Dox sits and waits for her Ideals, rejecting the distortions until one sits with her and they wait for the next.
This Pair o'Ducks flew overhead, but this world wanted only one, shooting at them until ... Para Dox came down to land. Will they classify me and pin me to a tree as a classy<>fiction?