Slim pickings for the next vote, but vote the sheep must. And this time
Terra was sentenced to perhaps-untimely doom. Jafar did the only logical thing to do with an earth-manipulating hero: shot her into space. And since she wasn't Superman (or arguably Batman), she died. Because that's what happens when you get shot into space without a helmet. Safety first, folks.
Terra was a wolf.
Welcome to Day Twelve
VOTE THREADA mercifully overcast day brings just the tiniest bit of relief to this barren field. The vultures've stripped the corpses bare, and the snack table has been sadly snackless for two days now. Maybe rattlesnake tastes good...
Either that, or you can be totally gross and take a sample of the newest victim: sheep
The Shadow is wearing his heart on his sleeve quite literally. His kidney's on the other sleeve. Not a whole lot of meat left to pick from, though; drought's tough on the predators, too, don'tchaknow.
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Terra and
The Shadow are out. Couuuurierrrr.
( The Flock )