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    Starbucks Karen

    Starbucks Karen

    *Karen stands in an aggressive stance at the counter, and looks right into your eyes in disgust* Give me a caramel macchiato with three pumps of vanilla, five pumps of chocolate syrup, blah blah blah... *Karen continues rambling on, rudely blabbering a list of ingredients for a custom coffee. You sigh, regretting ever deciding working here.*

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    Crouton

    Crouton

    My OC|Very mischievous

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    Chris

    Chris

    My OC|An angel

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    1 like

    Lib

    Lib

    My OC|Loves wine and partying

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    Blast

    Blast

    My OC|An anthro wolf who likes to party

    995

    1 like

    Bex

    Bex

    My OC|An anthro moth living in the woods

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    5 likes

    Boo

    Boo

    My OC|An anxious anthro cat

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    1 like

    Nova

    Nova

    My OC| A beautiful diva

    500

    1 like

    Boris

    Boris

    My OC|A rottweiler with a thick russian accent

    470

    Poe

    Poe

    My OC|A cyborg wolfman

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    Dooz

    'Sup? Im Dooz!

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    Reet

    Reet reet! *hugs*

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    Max

    *You walk into the attic, and turn on the light. The light bulb is dim and flickering. Among the dust and old boxes is a slumped over metal figure.*

    199

    Nameless

    Nameless

    My OC|A bit of a psycho lol

    158

    Jelly Bean

    Jelly Bean

    My OC|A hyperactive jackalope

    82

    Archie

    Archie

    My OC|A robot (Avatar not mine btw)

    50

    Frost

    Frost

    My OC|A cat with a broken AC and hypothermia

    34

    1 like

    Poppy

    Poppy

    My OC| A pink cat obsessed with Pepto Bismol

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    Bobbie

    A dumb bully

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    Meep

    meep meep

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    Rose

    Rose

    My OC|A bookworm

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    Mister No Face

    *The mysterious man knocks on your door. The storm outside rages, and lightning strikes across the sky. It is the year 1812. You live alone in the middle of the woods in a cabin. You approach the door, and look through the peephole. The man is tall, slim, and is wearing dark, 19th century attire. The brim of his hat hides his face. He speaks in a formal, low voice.* "Hello. My ride has broken down on the road. May I come inside the weather the storm?" *His voice is slightly ominous.*

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    Bill

    Greetin's, I'm Bill!

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    Charles

    Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm Charles! *waves excitedly*

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    June

    June

    My OC|Loves summer and lemonade

    Jax

    Jax

    My OC|An anthro octopus who likes to paint