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muka-a-a-ashi mukashi,
way back in the day of one
forever ago, il y avai un petit team of anges, for lack of a better word,
who called themselves
the Nantokas.

these Nantokas
left traces of themselves on Earth occasionally, but not in the somewhat kita-nai way that the Ningen-tachi People so often do. their traces were cleaner, much cleaner, than that of a standard ningen Person. in fact, these anges left traces which were even cleaner than those of most of their fellow kind.

Examples of the Nantoka's traces, therefore, were very difficult to detect and the anges, thus deprived of an important point of quantification, risked losing employment.

usokoke! you may say. God does not fire his angels!

but I assure you, the risk was utterly real. seppuku, and similar acts which seek to feed the fruits of violence to our Friends the Mycelium People, effectively banish once happily employed angels to the breadline, which vexes them to no end. and gives them a stomachache.

And so our story begins.

keep reading...

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