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To Serve Snoglug

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[This extensive treatise on the culinary uses of snoglugs offers a number of fascinating recipes, including…]

Ingredients

1 clove verlag
3/8 tsp salt
1/2 cup softened butter
1-1/2 tsp galeronion
1 tb finely chopped teverleaves
1/4 tsp halicorns, ground
1 tbs white wine, dry
1 snoglug, cleaned, with scent glands removed
1 loaf bread

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Feed snoglug on galettuce or other neutral vegetables for at least three days to purge system of possible
contaminants prior to slaughter.

Using a crowbar, remove snoglug from shell, being careful not to damage the meat. If possible, sterilize snoglug shell using industrial or culinary autoclave.

Mince/mash verlag with knife and combine with 1/8 tsp salt.

Combine butter, galeronion, minced/mashed verlag, teverleaves, remaining 1/4 tsp salt, and ground halicorns in small bowl until mixed. Beat in white wine and combine well.

Smear interior of snoglug shell with half of
butter mixture.

Stuff snoglog into shell and top with remaining butter mixture.

Place snoglug in oven and bake for 18 minutes per pound. Allow snoglug to rest for 10 minutes before serving.

Enjoy!

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The Exalted Wilderrun: Myth and Legend

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[This battered volume seems to detail the myths and legends of Wilderrun, though very little fact is established based on the tall tales between the book’s covers.

An excerpt reads…]

Wilderrun is fraught with peril, from the carnivorous plants that comb the jungle floor for unfortunate explorers, to the giant vesquettoes that can drain a man of blood in a handful of seconds. Many creatures call the sultry forest their home, and even those normally herbivorous creatures seem to crave the quivering
flesh of sentients over the bitter and oftentimes poisonous leaves of the indigenous flora.

[Another excerpt reads…]

Legends state that a number of stone statues resembling the heads of giant Granok females – only prettier – were scattered throughout Wilderrun by the members of a razortail-worshipping cult of exceptional cruelty and viciousness. All who have reported such statues have disappeared without a trace, though it is commonly assumed they were killed by cultists or enraged
monkeys…

[A final excerpt reads…]

Let us not forget the barbarous women that roam Wilderrun. Of all the jungle’s denizens, they are perhaps the most dangerous. They survive on the flesh of male sentients, refusing to dine on captured females. Female sentients who are unfortunate enough to be abducted by these cruel harridans are instead fed to their pet pumera.

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An Explorer’s Guide to Pumera Bites

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[This old book is marred by bloodstains, the cover displaying signs of damage from large teeth or claws. The author is listed as Dulonus Pola, a self-proclaimed “master of holistic medicine and animal-based curatives.” Though the title alludes that the subject matter is confined to pumera bites, it also covers the (purported) pharmacological uses of the pumera’s physiology.

The following chapter concerns first aid.]

The survivability rate for victims of pumera bites is pitifully low. The saliva of pumera is rife with bacteria and germs, which leads to horrible infections that are typically fatal and unresponsive to medicines of any kind. Given the pumera’s habit of cleaning its body with its tongue, this is hardly surprising. If bitten, victims should seek out medical attention immediately. Even if such help is found, victims should expect to expire, anyway. At this point, victims should endeavor
to complete their last will and testament, and make suitable arrangements for their inevitable passing.”

[Another section speaks of pumera whiskers:]

“Of all the parts of the pumera, the whiskers are the most valuable. When carefully snipped from the muzzle of a still-living pumera, such whiskers can be ground into a fine powder and mixed with equal parts snoglug slime and girrok bile.
When consumed, this concoction will cure nearly any ailment, with the only exception being the septic infection resulting from a pumera bite.

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Meditation and the Art of Hoverbike Maintenance

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“The real hoverbike you’re working on is the hoverbike called, ‘you.’ Perhaps not by everyone, unless they have forgotten your name, which is Erold, and are stuck calling you by a pronoun until they can figure out what it is. It is inevitable that they thought they did know your name and failed to take the opportunity to ask you what it was upon meeting you, then realized they did not. So they only call you ‘you,’ rather than ‘Erold,’ which is your name, as I mentioned. Not YOU-you,
the reader-you, but the hypothetical person working on the hoverbike. A person who is also a hoverbike you are working on a different way. Which is what that means. Make sense?”
– Page 12

“When you look back at where you’ve been, and look forward to where you’re going, and look to the left to see where you might have gone, and looked to the right to see where you can’t really go, what are you really seeing? Life. Or maybe time. Or maybe both time and life. Think about that while working
on your hoverbike, is what I’m saying.”
– Page 17

“Every time someone tells you what they think is the truth, that means a thousand others have a thousand different ideas that are wrong. Working on a hoverbike is a truth that is unique. You either maintain your hoverbike or you do not. You either maintain the hoverbike that is you, or you become an untruth. So work on that bike already.”
– page 41

“If someone wants to convince you of something you do not believe, and they will
not stop, then they do not believe it themselves. They need you to support that belief. You do not need to convince anyone when a hoverbike needs maintenance. That is a belief that is easy to maintain, for it is either true, or it is not.”
– page 65

“The appearance of triangularity is the essence of qualitativeness. Don’t think about it too hard and keep working on the bike, I’ve got many pages to fill. Are you actually still reading this?”
– Page 88

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The Pumera Gambit

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Is this recording? Ah, yes. Well, then. This is Vera Torn, then, isn’t it? I’ve got my autorecording device all set here in my disguise’s headpiece, so I do, and I’ve found a pride of pumera that will be perfect for studying.

So this disguise, right? It’ll help me mix in with this pride, but it won’t be doing all the work, don’t you know. A lot of this right here is natural
talent. I didn’t attend M’Lady’s School of the Holocinematic Theatrical Arts for nothing, no I didn’t. It’s all about inhabiting the pumera, becoming the beast within, y’know? And I do believe I’ve just about got it down.

The claws are a bit tricky. Spring-loaded and all that. But I know a Chua, took care of it for me.

This job should pay a nice bit of coin,
if I’m not mistaken. That same Chua – with DRED, the fuzzy little fellows what make all the fancy killing gadgets people seem to enjoy so much – he told me I’d get half up front, and half when I returned. The only trick? The disguise has to be good enough to convince these Torine ladies that I’m actually a pumera. But that’s why that Chua hired Vera Torn,
isn’t-

[RECORDING DATA CORRUPTED]

– far, so good. The pumera have accepted me, even if I had to saturate myself in pumera pheromones my Chua friends insisted were called “pumeramones.” Not so sure about the Torine sisters, though. The pumera treat those women almost like they’re pumera themselves. I’ve had to think on my feet –
my paws, I mean – to keep up the ruse. Hope I haven’t overdone it.

Wait! One of them’s coming over to me. If what I’ve seen is any indication, she’s about to choose me from the pride. All right, Vera, time to stop talking and start purring.

Hope this works. I won’t get a second-

[REMAINING DATA LOST]