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Villager: 423213-ROUX

Wanderer, from 5:08 PM, 7-21-22

There is a silver tag attached to his tail. The word "PLASTIC" is etched into the metal's surface. Try as he might, this kangaroo can't remove it. The tag was magically attached, so there's no easy way for him to remove it.
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He was going to be a good chef, or so he thought. He was going to learn every recipe the world had to offer to him, maybe contribute to the Food Drive or help another person compete in The Feast. But, next thing he knew he was... er, evicted from his part of of his village. Who knows how long he was wandering out in the wilderness...

All he remembers is that an owl offered him shelter as he wandered through a part of Olde Foxbury, and that he accepted blindly. What he didn't remember was how... shifty that owl was in its offer.

Not remembering what had happened during the next hour or so, he had woken up on a table and wrapped up in chains, a dark sludgy figure facing away from him and handing an armful of weird potions. Knowing something was horribly wrong, the 'roo gave the slimeball a good kick to the head before bounding off and knocking the room door down, despite its locks.

He was so close to escaping, or so he believed. He had ran towards where he thought was the exit, only to have his route blocked by some monster who quickly put an end to his escape. He didn't go down without fighting, giving a few last kicks to the monster's face before it dragged him back to that cursed room for the goopy figure to "finish the job."

Now "Wanderer 423213" sits in a cell of his own, very patiently waiting for the right moment to act. But for now, all he can do is wait. Waiting and loathing what's become of him.


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