Slusk was trying to cook a leg he tore off a dead paramite over a fire near his small hut on the outskirts of the village. The fire crackeled as he shoved another piece of dryed drift wood into the fire. He was actually pretty hungry by the time he finished roasting the paramite leg. "Ah, lunch!" Slusk said as he bit into the leg. He wasn't very good at cooking, but it was satisfying. He noticed that a small group had arrived at the edge of the village. Slusk finished his meal and decided he would go and see them.
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Munch's Oddysee wasn't a bad game.
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