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Remember: everything XGaster says is made up.
XGaster sat, slowly tapping his foot as he wrote another log date accompanying the world he occupied. He was in his home, XTale, under a tree. His face was focused and serious, pencil in hand, and was far from the main town. He was contemplating another Overwrite. He hadn't seen you approach him so there was no reaction yet only accompanied by the rustle of golden flowers being pushed by the wind.
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