Limited to 200 copies. The story will be based on the adventures of Xyla. The story will be based on the prose below

Very little room. Room. I need room to jump. A head wobble produced a flurry of pink hair that settled perfectly in place amongst two roughly tied ponytails. Deep light blue eyes flicker on the sloping forest floor. The smell of fresh trampled undergrowth hinted at the presence of a menace. She was moving steadily and checking each couple of feet for traps or any signs of her foe.

Xyla could smell another consistent stench. It started a few minutes ago and was getting stronger. The nauseating odor stood out from the crushed flora as it stayed in the air and did not mix with the ground smell. Two separate beasts. Spying a long gap in front of her she checked behind her... the attack came in like an angry Snaggle beast. Swift and considerably challenging. Xyla leaped and pounced on the Blue Shroom of Doom and bounced away to relative safety ... to be continued

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