
Onionbog is booming. Booming like a stinking, sulphurous deep-sea crater, emitting stinking hot burps on a regular basis. But I’m no fool. That’s why I’m building defenses. To keep my lovely hole in the ground safe.
I love this place. I hate this place. I’ll hate to see it fall. I’d love to see it fall.
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