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    ArcticFox3673

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "I was at my village in the mountains when suddenly" you say with a big pause. "one of my friends says. "Dude, i just read this book and you meet the description perfectly . He said to me excitedly. "Bro what are you talking about ?" I ask curiously. "The description for the CHOSEN ONE, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT" He screams as it echoes across the mountain. "No i can't" I said in dis belief. " its says you need to go to a dingy village in the swamps and go into the tent with floating candles to meet some one called "the chosen trainer". He says. "wait wait wait wait wait. Floating candles? how?". I say in disbelief. "idk" he says. " But GO and see your destiny. this is HUGE" he says. So i run and pack my bags, find the swamp, find your tent, and hear i am.
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    ArcticFox3673

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Example: "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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