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 The Laughing Strangers opens up with this masterpiece of bad "folksy" writing. The Laughing Strangers opens up with this masterpiece of bad "folksy" writing.
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-> Dancing at the Crossroads\\  Well, good morning, Mr. Congressman! By my ears, I am bettin' you got just a ceiling full of thoughts right now, all tied up like you are. I swear you look like a denim full of concern! It is almost memorizing how sweat and worry just seem to just fall out of you like penny candy stolen from the five and dime. I bet you hadn’t even felt the dangers coming on, since you were sleepin' all deep. It was like they had walked up a dusty road from a long way away and now are tracking fret across your bedroom floor. Of course, I can understand wakin' up knowin' you tried to cheat me might be a bit of a jangle on the nerves. Ain’t that just the thing about makin' deals ya got no intention of keepin', though?\\  \\  When you up and forget to pay the piper, the piper ain't gonna ever forget about you. +Dancing at the Crossroads\\  Well, good morning, Mr. Congressman! By my ears, I am bettin' you got just a ceiling full of thoughts right now, all tied up like you are. I swear you look like a denim full of concern! It is almost memorizing how sweat and worry just seem to just fall out of you like penny candy stolen from the five and dime. I bet you hadn’t even felt the dangers coming on, since you were sleepin' all deep. It was like they had walked up a dusty road from a long way away and now are tracking fret across your bedroom floor. Of course, I can understand wakin' up knowin' you tried to cheat me might be a bit of a jangle on the nerves. Ain’t that just the thing about makin' deals ya got no intention of keepin', though?\\  \\  When you up and forget to pay the piper, the piper ain't gonna ever forget about you. 
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 As for the fluff...they're Kender. They're fucking good-ol-boy rodent Kender. Tricksters, folksy down-home wisdom, spinning tales, going on retarded adventures, being douchebags that dance just out of reach, all of that. Also they're psychopathic sadists when in Warform. There's a lot of words to the writeup but I just saved you the effort of reading it. As for the fluff...they're Kender. They're fucking good-ol-boy rodent Kender. Tricksters, folksy down-home wisdom, spinning tales, going on retarded adventures, being douchebags that dance just out of reach, all of that. Also they're psychopathic sadists when in Warform. There's a lot of words to the writeup but I just saved you the effort of reading it.
  
 Here's their stereotype block: Here's their stereotype block:
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-> Stereotypes\\  Man: Have you ever noticed that they all taste like chicken?\\  Mages: You have to admire the kumquat-shaped balls of those crackpots. You would think they don't realize that the Universe is keeping score.\\  Vampires: Two words: road kill.\\  Werewolves: Hard to respect a critter whose big claim to fame is getting down with his mangy transgendered self in Granny’s old flannel pajamas... //(Wow, intolerance and retardation, way to combo!)// +Stereotypes\\  Man: Have you ever noticed that they all taste like chicken?\\  Mages: You have to admire the kumquat-shaped balls of those crackpots. You would think they don't realize that the Universe is keeping score.\\  Vampires: Two words: road kill.\\  Werewolves: Hard to respect a critter whose big claim to fame is getting down with his mangy transgendered self in Granny’s old flannel pajamas... //(Wow, intolerance and retardation, way to combo!)// 
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 Anyway, now for the breeds themselves. Apparently, the person they got to make art for this section watched a whole bunch of Rock and Rule while huffing a whole lot more glue. Let's play a game, shall we? I'll post all the images, and you guess what breed they are, which will be in a spoiler below each. See how many you can guess! Anyway, now for the breeds themselves. Apparently, the person they got to make art for this section watched a whole bunch of Rock and Rule while huffing a whole lot more glue. Let's play a game, shall we? I'll post all the images, and you guess what breed they are, which will be in a spoiler below each. See how many you can guess!
  
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 And then there's THIS bullshit. And then there's THIS bullshit.
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-> Background: Baitu often manifest their Gift as early as five years old. Most offspring are the children of parents who cut a deal with some mysterious patron and paid off that debt in bed. Considering how fertile hares can be, the Gift runs surprisingly light in the family. Many births fall squarely in the animal or human camp, with no sign at all of the Gift. If a true Baitu is born, however, the attentions of the Laughing Stranger who sired the Baitu is immediately drawn. Often pointedly aware of the paternity situation, the human guardian parents are usually too skittish to harm the child, for fear of retribution. Oftentimes, this leads to the young Luck ruling the household. When the Baitu who sired the youngling believes the offspring is ready, he takes it from the guardians' care. Superior mentors, Baitu make time throughout their lives to stay in touch with their children. +Background: Baitu often manifest their Gift as early as five years old. Most offspring are the children of parents who cut a deal with some mysterious patron and paid off that debt in bed. Considering how fertile hares can be, the Gift runs surprisingly light in the family. Many births fall squarely in the animal or human camp, with no sign at all of the Gift. If a true Baitu is born, however, the attentions of the Laughing Stranger who sired the Baitu is immediately drawn. Often pointedly aware of the paternity situation, the human guardian parents are usually too skittish to harm the child, for fear of retribution. Oftentimes, this leads to the young Luck ruling the household. When the Baitu who sired the youngling believes the offspring is ready, he takes it from the guardians' care. Superior mentors, Baitu make time throughout their lives to stay in touch with their children. 
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 So, let's break this down: So, let's break this down:
  
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 The **Mistai** are the coyote-folk, and the writeup is basically "Coyote is a douchebag, coyotes are adapting well to mankind's dominance." They literally hunt and eat children for no real reason except "because I can" or "because my soul is that of a coyote AND one of the Native Americans killed by Whitey." They're generally loners (what) and have, **by mechanics this time holy shit**, a Near-Human form instead of an animal one. However, compare this description to the picture posted above: The **Mistai** are the coyote-folk, and the writeup is basically "Coyote is a douchebag, coyotes are adapting well to mankind's dominance." They literally hunt and eat children for no real reason except "because I can" or "because my soul is that of a coyote AND one of the Native Americans killed by Whitey." They're generally loners (what) and have, **by mechanics this time holy shit**, a Near-Human form instead of an animal one. However, compare this description to the picture posted above:
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-> Just as other trickster breeds, Coyote's brood have no War-Beast form beneath their skins. Instead, Mistai favor their human aspect, but with lean and beastly features. Softly furred with silvergray and dry-grass brown fuzz, Mistai wear their coyote heads proudly. Seen so often in shadow, these faces look like masks from a Western fever dream. Tall — seven feet from soil to hat — Coyote's children remain slim. They are never idle chatterers; their silences let other tell too much. +Just as other trickster breeds, Coyote's brood have no War-Beast form beneath their skins. Instead, Mistai favor their human aspect, but with lean and beastly features. Softly furred with silvergray and dry-grass brown fuzz, Mistai wear their coyote heads proudly. Seen so often in shadow, these faces look like masks from a Western fever dream. Tall — seven feet from soil to hat — Coyote's children remain slim. They are never idle chatterers; their silences let other tell too much. 
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 Doesn't really match, does it? Doesn't really match, does it?
  
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