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With the ongoing tension between the shamans and the metalheads, I would have never expected to hear a collab from them. Yet there I was, shut in a sanctuary with masses of water surrounding me, listening to a metal ballad about peacocks. An excellent metal ballad about peacocks, in fact.
I had expected this predicament to bring out the worst of humanity and cause a miniature civil war inside the Heavy Metal Sanctuary, but now it’s starting to look like I was wrong for once.
That’s good news.
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N. WS. Jokela, more commonly known as WindySilver, is a Finnish IT student and a hobbyist artist fighting a war against procrastination on the losing side. When her free time is not taken up by things like reading, procrastination, video games, watching series or more procrastination, she mainly writes sci-fi fanfiction and original flash fiction of various genres. While she dabbles in a lot of things ranging from digital art to jewelry to plants to whatever catches her interest, writing is her persistent forte.
You should not give her yet another crazy flash fiction challenge to take part in because she simply cannot say "no" to it.
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