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Gather round, youngins, and behold the tale of Sixto.
Sixto was there at the early stages of Karltown along with many others, none of which were memorable.
At a young age Sixto grew murderous and people began to drop like flies. I don't know if he was really a serious griefer, just bored I think.
I decided to ignore him. I was quick by nature, and besides, someone needed to make the pies.
At around my forties it was me, my two daughters, Sixto and one or two other people.
I called my younger daughter Sixto. While I was caring for her he took his knife and killed me. In my last breath I asked him to look after young Sixto, who was still a babe. All he said was "Sure, Cya." He asked that I not forget his name. I obliged.
I know not whether young Sixto survived, but one of my daughters must have because later on I was birthed back into the village of Karltown. There is another post for Karltown adventures, and as a Karlown veteran I recommend it.
If you are either of my daughters, I love you both. If you are Sixto... I'll admit it, you were kinda badass.
Every time time you pick a seed carrot a penguin dies.
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