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He had risen this day as the birds had started to chirp and with that twittering came his idea. An idea to wipe all other ideas off the map. It had come in a dream and hadn’t fled when he opened his eyes like so many other ideas that had been there so bright and fanciful but had fled like a herd of gazelle.
This idea, it required stuff. He owned bags, his saddlebags that he carried over his back and that were just starting to fill up with stuff. Glorious wonderful stuff, stuff that would make his creation. Now what was next on his list?