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The Taxxon Chronicles (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-26) |
 | | As a taxxon, I: eat my own kind when they get hurt, I have to fight the urge to eat myself, I am not that fast at all, I smell bad, can smell good, and have compound vision that is weirdly normal but is as if the picture was made up tiles. |
 | | All one taxxon really ever knows the name of is his own family and best friend- which he probably ate. |
 | | I was lucky, the taxxons had all ran to the taxxon I had hurt. |
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