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In the land of Hyrule, beneath the moon's gleam,
Lies a legend untold, a gravedigger's dream. Not a boy in green, but Dampe so bold, Shovel in hand, and a heart made of gold. No princess to save, no Zelda in sight, Dampe sings to the cows by lantern light. His voice, though gruff, brings milk to the pail, A melody soft as a graveyard tale. The ocarina he plays is no normal tool, A beetle he tamed by the graveyard pool. With a hum and a buzz, it chirps out a song, Guiding his journey all the way along. He's not chasing Ganondorf or ancient might, But a controller, classic, his quest through the night. In Kakariko's shadows and Hyrule's expanse, He shuffles and digs, his own timeless dance. Through dungeons he stumbles, through temples he crawls, Dodging Stalfos and bats in echoing halls. The Master Sword? He can't even lift it! But his trusty old shovel? He'll never misfit it. |
| Run | Name | Amount |
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| The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time No Logic Randomizer | Glitch Exhibition | $25.00 |