OOC: Not neccesarily. If you spam tons of posts constantly, rather than putting tons of effort into it, it's not so good of a thing.
IC:"Well, it is abandoned and falling apart. What, you think there's like a secret lab or something under it all? I wouldn't count on it. They've probrably just been left behind. A watchtower might be a good idea. You never know what'll happen around here." Said Typo. Agronack then ordered Nimol to take him to the factory. 'Well, can't stay here forever.' Thought Typo as he said "Yeah, I'll go with you." Typo then pushed himself up. Normally, the journey would be too much for Typo, but with his new slig pants, it'd be much easier. And, maybe there would be something Typo liked. 'Don't know until you go.' Thought Typo.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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