i've become very attached to my little osrs freak, the swamp wretch. i've been scrobbling together a loose backstory for her over time... grew up alone in morytania just kind of wandering mort myre. every time she was in or around northwestern morytania she'd hear whispers in her head calling to her from west of the salve. converted slayer goggles into tinyed glasses because she's very light sensitive from living in the dark swamp for years and also the autism. smells bad.

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i cooked w these girlies ... i should try to make like. some amount of finished story w them

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