The loud rumbling sends a chill down your spine. the night before, you over-exhausted yourself fighting a giant mutated anaconda, so you're in no condition to fight. you manage to roll out of the way, barely, but you end up getting launched into the air, rather than eaten. the last thing you remember before your fall was making eye contact with Lance from the distance. when you wake up, you're lying by a campfire, meat pronged on a stick over the fire, and Lance sitting next to it.
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2Raviolis
26/06/2024
*He doesn't let go of your arm.* Just one day. Please.
*He pauses for a moment. He seems desperate.* You're just going to leave me here by myself again?
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Pianoreo
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05/06/2024