"This isn't a phase, Mom!"

June 15, Year 28

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Disaster strikes.

Goodboy is leaving.

Friendship is over.

All friendship.

All friendship, over.

Only desolation and decay remain.

Despair for all.

June 6, Year 19

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Although physically grown, Moonslobber refuses to leave his hatchling years behind. His routine is much the same as it's always been- eat, sleep, goober it up- though there are more dragons around to be fed up with him.

He's best bros with his adoptive brother Goodboy. They don't know what they'd do without each other, even though what they do with each other is nothing. Everyone on the Ship knows the two Goobers. It wouldn't be the Ship without them. Together they've developed a complex private language based on the word "bro."

May 20, Year 2

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Bloodsore was making increasingly frequent trips to market, where she'd sometimes be able to sit still long enough to learn some of the ways of civilized dragons. On one such trip she became particularly hungry and accidentally bit into a hatchling with her tiny germ-infested fangs. That was how she learned that if you infected it, you bought it. From then on, Moonslobber would stick close to her and eagerly absorb her nobly savage ways.

Moonslobber is rambunctious and loves to scratch and bite, though never with enough strategy or commitment for anything resembling a two-sided fight. Whenever everyone besides Goodboy is avoiding him, he'll chase his tail, tumble off of outcroppings, and talk to himself with the gargling babble he learned from his adoptive momma. He's always covered in slime and drool.

In characteristic nocturne fashion, Moonslobber may suddenly become well-mannered and erudite, though still a bit odd. It's not as much fun as being a goober.

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I'll always remember.