We are dropped into the middle of nowhere. Survive.
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"Espeon," I say, eyeing my Poke ball.
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At the Umbreon comment, I scoul, my grip tightening on the dark sword. "None of them," I say, "Never any good weather."
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I walk over to the box and say, "Stand back. This should be what I asked Cresellia for."
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"I'm not sure," I say.
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I read the piece of paper
"Yeah... I think this was from our game master..."
I attempt to open it but it refuses to even crack
"I'm both thankful and upset I'm not considered dangerous..."
(I have a specific person in mind to open this out of the people playing)
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I don't bother trying to open it, because I know that it may truly open for me.
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