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Why there are no foxes?
Netos Korlan
Posts: 78
2/1/2020
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In any location, including Fallen London itself (maybe the question should be moved there?) we never meet any foxes.
Weasels, owls, ravens, cats, rats, tigers-who-were-cats, hyenas, zebras, Tomb-Colonist lions, monkeys,
but no foxes.
Only foxfire candles. That for some reason are lightly mystical and make things happen to the rats that dare eat them.
Have all foxes disappeared in Parabola or what?
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the old man
Posts: 381
2/1/2020
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Netos Korlan wrote:
In any location, including Fallen London itself (maybe the question should be moved there?) we never meet any foxes.
Weasels, owls, ravens, cats, rats, tigers-who-were-cats, hyenas, zebras, Tomb-Colonist lions, monkeys,
but no foxes.
Only foxfire candles. That for some reason are lightly mystical and make things happen to the rats that dare eat them.
Have all foxes disappeared in Parabola or what?
well that was once a question in the mysteries to much annoyance as no one told us but now we know [spoiler] mr cups gave rats the scavenging rights so they went off in a huff
edited by the old man on 2/1/2020
edited by the old man on 2/1/2020
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an old irish spy from the colonies, somewhat irrigo impaired but still sharp as a tack. friendly enough just don't mention parabola he gets awfully melancholic. (an honorary cat my life is complete)
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no plant battles please for the love of god
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Ixc
Posts: 365
2/1/2020
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I second what the Old Man said.
More specifically...
[spoiler]
Based on the Mr. Sacks rat story, the terms of the concord means foxes are either banned from the city entirely or from scrounging for scraps and refuse (ie. in Mr. Sacks... sack.)
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Pleased to meet you. Ixc, spy and detective. Inventor of the Correspondence Cannon.
Are you a Paramount Presence? Record your name here. For posterity, of course.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
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