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When Fort Ruddler as we knew it ended, I became a little unsure of how to continue the legacy my otter had started. Indeed, there was little doubt Rook Scarbin had developed into something of a seperate personality within me. This furry caricature had become something more than a mere vessel to a fantasy realm. He's taken on a life of his own. |
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In the interest of preserving Rook, I've started this website. It'll be a mish mash of sorts; some stories will be told, some pictures displayed, some friends invited to contribute. All are welcome though. So go ahead and have a look around, and feel free to probe Rook's brain. |
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Rook Scarbin is coywrighted to his RPer. Any stealing, and I'll kill you. I don't mean that as a euphemism either. I'll find you and kill you and bury your body in the desert.
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