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Filemaskwebsite/common/locales/*/questscontent.json
Monolingual base language filewebsite/common/locales/en/questsContent.json
Translation file website/common/locales/en@pirate/questscontent.json
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Habitica / QuestscontentEnglish (Pirate) (en@pirate)

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"Tangl'd" up for debate, but whatever it's changed to (if it is) should be corrected here as well: https://translate.habitica.com/translate/habitica/questscontent/en@pirate/?checksum=c3ec4126bda9c77d

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A Tangled Yarn
A Tangle'd Yarn
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a bit awkward with all the apostrophes

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Contains 'The Jelly Regent,' 'Escape the Cave Creature,' and 'A Tangled Yarn.' Available until April 30.
Contains 'The' Jelly Regent,' 'Escape the' Cave Creature,' and' 'A Tangle'd Yarn.' Available un'til JuneApril 30.
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Habitica / QuestscontentEnglish (Pirate) (en@pirate)

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Ahh, Spring. The time of year when color once again begins to fill the landscape. Gone are the cold, snowy mounds of winter. Where frost once stood, vibrant plant life takes its place. Luscious green leaves fill in the trees, grass returns to its former vivid hue, a rainbow of flowers rise along the plains, and a white mystical fog covers the land! ... Wait. Mystical fog? "Oh no," <strong>InspectorCaracal</strong> says apprehensively, "It would appear that some kind of spirit is the cause of this fog. Oh, and it is charging right at you."
Shiver me timbers, Spring. Th' time o' year when color once again begins t' fill th' landscape. Gone are th' cold, snowy mounds o' winter. Where frost once stood, vibrant plant life takes its place. Luscious green leaves fill in th' trees, grass returns t' its former vivid hue, a rainbow o' flowers rise along th' plains, an' a white mystical fog covers th' land! ... Belay that. Mystical fog? "Oh no," <strong>InspectorCaracal</strong> says apprehensively, "'It would appear that some kind o' spirit be th' cause o' this fog. Oh, an' 'tis chargin' right at ye."
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Ahh, Spring. The time of year when color once again begins to fill the landscape. Gone are the cold, snowy mounds of winter. Where frost once stood, vibrant plant life takes its place. Luscious green leaves fill in the trees, grass returns to its former vivid hue, a rainbow of flowers rise along the plains, and a white mystical fog covers the land! ... Wait. Mystical fog? "Oh no," <strong>InspectorCaracal</strong> says apprehensively, "It would appear that some kind of spirit is the cause of this fog. Oh, and it is charging right at you."
Shiver me timbers, Sprin'g. Th' time o' year when color once again begins t' fill th' landscape. Gone are th' cold, snowy mounds o' winter. Where frost once stood, vibrant plant life loottakes its shipplace. Luscious green leaves fill in th' trees, grass returns t' its former vivid hue, a rainbow o' flowers rise along th' plains, an'n a white mystical fog covers th' land! ... Belay that. Mystical fog? "Oh no," <strong>InspectorCaracal</strong> says apprehensively, "'tIt would appear that some kind o' spirit be th' cause o' this fog. Oh, an'n 'tis chargin' right at ye."
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`The Be-Wilder is DEFEATED!`

We've done it! The Be-Wilder lets out a ululating cry as it twists in the air, shedding feathers like falling rain. Slowly, gradually, it coils into a cloud of sparkling mist. As the newly-revealed sun pierces the fog, it burns away, revealing the coughing, mercifully human forms of Bailey, Matt, Alex.... and the April Fool himself.

`Mistiflying is saved!`

The April Fool has enough shame to look a bit sheepish. “Oh, hm,” he says. “Perhaps I got a little…. carried away.”

The crowd mutters. Sodden flowers wash up on sidewalks. Somewhere in the distance, a roof collapses with a spectacular splash.

“Er, yes,” the April Fool says. “That is. What I meant to say was, I’m dreadfully sorry.” He heaves a sigh. “I suppose it can’t all be fun and games, after all. It might not hurt to focus occasionally. Maybe I’ll get a head start on next year’s pranking.”

Redphoenix coughs meaningfully.

“I mean, get a head start on this year’s spring cleaning!” the April Fool says. “Nothing to fear, I’ll have Habit City in spit-shape soon. Luckily nobody is better than I at dual-wielding mops.”

Encouraged, the marching band starts up.

It isn’t long before all is back to normal in Habit City. Plus, now that the Be-Wilder has evaporated, the magical bees of Mistiflying bustle back to work, and soon the flowers are blooming and the city is floating once more.

As Habiticans cuddle the magical fuzzy bees, the April Fool’s eyes light up. “Oho, I’ve had a thought! Why don’t you all keep some of these fuzzy Bee Pets and Mounts? It’s a gift that perfectly symbolizes the balance between hard work and sweet rewards, if I’m going to get all boring and allegorical on you.” He winks. “Besides, they don’t have stingers! Fool’s honor.”
`Th' Be-Wilder be DEFEATED!`

We've done it! Th' Be-Wilder lets out a ululatin' cry as it twists in th' air, sheddin' feathers like fallin' rain. Slowly, gradually, it coils into a cloud o' sparklin' mist. As th' newly-reveal'd sun pierces th' fog, it burns away, revealin' th' coughin', mercifully human forms o' Bailey, Matt, Alex.... an' th' April Fool himself.

Mistiflyin' be saved!

Th' April Fool has enough shame t' look a bit sheepish. "Oh, hm," he says. "Perhaps I got a wee bit carried away."

Th' crowd mutters. Sodden flowers wash up on sidewalks. Somewhere in th' distance, a roof collapses wit' a spectacular splash.

"Er, aye," th' April Fool says. "That be. Wha' I meant t' say was, I'm dreadfully sorry." He heaves a sigh. "I suppose it can't all be fun an' games, aft'r all. It might nah hurt t' focus occasionally. Maybe I'll geit a head start on next year's prankin'."

Redphoenix coughs meaning'fully.

"I mean, geit a head start on this year's spring swabbin'!" th' April Fool says. "Nothin' t' fear, I'll 'ave Habit City in spit-shape soon. Luckily nobody be better than I at dual-wieldin' mops."

Encourage'd, th' marchin' band starts up.

It isn't long 'fore all be back t' normal in Habit City. Plus, now that th' Be-Wilder be evaporate'd, th' magical bees o' Mistiflyin' bustle back t' work, an' soon th' flowers are bloomin' an' th' city be floatin' once more.

As Habiticans cuddle th' magical fuzzy bees, th' April Fool's eyes light up. "Oho, I've had a thought! Why don't ye all keep some o' these fuzzy Bee Pets an' Mounts? It's a gift that perfectly symbolizes th' balance between hard work an' sweet rewards, if I'm goin' t' geit all borin' an' allegorical on ye." He winks. "Besides, they don't 'ave stingers! Fool's honor."
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<strong>The Be-Wilder is DEFEATED!</strong><br><br>We've done it! The Be-Wilder lets out a ululating cry as it twists in the air, shedding feathers like falling rain. Slowly, gradually, it coils into a cloud of sparkling mist. As the newly-revealed sun pierces the fog, it burns away, revealing the coughing, mercifully human forms of Bailey, Matt, Alex.... and the April Fool himself.<br><br><strong>Mistiflying is saved!</strong><br><br>The April Fool has enough shame to look a bit sheepish. “Oh, hm,” he says. “Perhaps I got a little…. carried away.”<br><br>The crowd mutters. Sodden flowers wash up on sidewalks. Somewhere in the distance, a roof collapses with a spectacular splash.<br><br>“Er, yes,” the April Fool says. “That is. What I meant to say was, I’m dreadfully sorry.” He heaves a sigh. “I suppose it can’t all be fun and games, after all. It might not hurt to focus occasionally. Maybe I’ll get a head start on next year’s pranking.”<br><br>Redphoenix coughs meaningfully.<br><br>“I mean, get a head start on this year’s spring cleaning!” the April Fool says. “Nothing to fear, I’ll have Habit City in spit-shape soon. Luckily nobody is better than I at dual-wielding mops.”<br><br>Encouraged, the marching band starts up.<br><br>It isn’t long before all is back to normal in Habit City. Plus, now that the Be-Wilder has evaporated, the magical bees of Mistiflying bustle back to work, and soon the flowers are blooming and the city is floating once more.<br><br>As Habiticans cuddle the magical fuzzy bees, the April Fool’s eyes light up. “Oho, I’ve had a thought! Why don’t you all keep some of these fuzzy Bee Pets and Mounts? It’s a gift that perfectly symbolizes the balance between hard work and sweet rewards, if I’m going to get all boring and allegorical on you.” He winks. “Besides, they don’t have stingers! Fool’s honor.”
<strong>Th' Be-Wilder be DEFEATED!</strong><br><br>We've done it! Th' Be-Wilder lets out a ululatin' cry as it twists in th' air, sheddin' feathers like fallin' rain. Slowly, gradually, it coils into a cloud o' sparklin' mist. As th' newly-reveale'd sun pierces th' fog, it burns away, revealin' th' coughin', mercifully human forms o' Bailey, Matt, Alex.... an'n th' April Fool hismself.<br><br><strong>Mistiflyin' be save'd!</strong><br><br>Th' April Fool has enough shame t' look a bit sheepish. "€œOh, hm,"€ he says. "€œPerhaps I got a wee bitlittle…. carried away."€<br><br>Th' crowd mutters. Sodden flowers wash up on sidewalks. Somewhere in th' distance, a roof collapses wit' a spectacular splash.<br><br>"Er, aye,"s,” th' April Fool says. "That beis. Wha't I meant t' say was, I'€™m dreadfully sorry."€ He heaves a sigh. "€œI suppose it can't all be fun an'n games, aft'r all. It might nahot hurt t' focus occasionally. Maybe I'€™ll geit a head start on next year's prankin'."<br><br>Redphoenix coughs meaning'fully.<br><br>"€œI mean, geit a head start on this year€™s sprin'g swabbin'!" th' April Fool says. “Nothin' t' fear, I"€™ll 'have Habit City in spit-shape soon. Luckily nobody be better than I at dual-wieldin' mops."<br><br>Encourage'd, th' marchin' band starts up.<br><br>It isn"€™t long abefore all be back t' normal in Habit City. Plus, now that th' Be-Wilder has evaporate'd, th' magical bees o' Mistiflyin' bustle back t' work, an'n soon th' flowers arbe bloomin' an'n th' city be floatin' once more.<br><br>As Habiticans cuddle th' magical fuzzy bees, th' April Fool's eyes light up. "Oho, I've had a thought! Why don'€™t ye all keep some o' these fuzzy Bee Pets an'n Mounts? It's a gift that perfectly symbolizes th' balance between hard work an'n sweet rewards, if I'm goin' t' geit all borin' an'n allegorical on ye." He winks. "€œBesides, they don'€™t 'have stingers! Fool'€™s honor."
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