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Death 999
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We did. You did. Yes we can. No.
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Plants. Trying out different things is the deal, and making this factory profitable would definitely involve a lot of sameness.
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Son_of_Antares
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Arioch, I summon thee...
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Lets go and hug trees! 
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Shiver
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Go buy a farm.
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RTyp06
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Plants... *shrug*.... Why not? #2
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120938
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nimber 2 please...
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Alen
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Plants sound like a lovely option.
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I like money  #1
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Alvarin
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Being irresponcible got us dead the first time around , so I'd say shape up and get your place productive !
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Death 999
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We did. You did. Yes we can. No.
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We are explicitly being given the option. It's not irresponsible.
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Lukipela
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The Ancient One
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You happily decide to leave the factory and leave for the farm. You love it there. The gentle sun, the rich scent of earth, the green splendour of it all makes it feel like home. You still have fun of course, but it is a richer, more fulfilling fun than that of an ordinary Pkunk. You spend the rest of your life at the farm, lovingly tending to the plants and showering them in affection. After a few years, you can no longer stand to harvest anything, but are content to just watch the beautiful plants grow. You die of old age on your porch, surrounded by the greenery you love so dearly.
You blink and look around you. You’re back in the big hall, with the three old Pkunk perched on a bench in front of you.
“Welcome back to the tribunal!” the middle one says. “Looks like you died again!”.
Then abruptly he burps, shakes his feathers and disappears. Another, even older Pkunk appears in his stead. It seems that this is pretty standard procedure at the tribunal.
“What now, what now? Who’s this young rascal then?” again, the other Pkunk quickly bend in and whisper something in his ears. He peers at you and hoots in delight.
“Whoop de doo! Farming is close to your heart eh? That’s your fourth choice! And now you’re dead! We’ll have to think a bit on this!”
The elders stick their heads together and whisper excitedly. Finally, the left one turns and speaks to you.
“You're not much of a fighter, but a diligent worker. You love peace and plants for more than most of us. You can’t be a Pkunk. When you open your eyes you’ll be among your own, where you belong!”
As you open your mouth to protest, the hall fades, away. The last thing you see are happy Pkunk waving to you and promising to write. Then everything is black. As you open your eyes, things are different. Green sunlight bathes your sensitive face as you turn your head towards it. Your body is slender and frail, yet connected to so many others. You realise that you are a Supox shoot. As your memories of your old life fades, you feel satisfied and happy.
Play again Y/N?
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What's up doc?
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Son_of_Antares
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Arioch, I summon thee...
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