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7/3/2020 4:43:34 PM
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*Insane arrives with a suspiciously full backpack*
“Is this where the party is at??”
English
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A Pilot walks up to you. “Yeah, we’ve already started eating!”
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“Great! I’m starving! Hehe”
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“What’s in the bag?”
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“Meat! LOTS OF MEAT!!”
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“Well, we have quite a bit, but sure! Go set it on that table, and get some food.”
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*I walk over to the table and dump the contents of my backpack, out comes Bacon! Steak! Hamburgers! Lamb chops! Pork fillets! Bratwurst!All perfectly cooked* “Mmmmhhhmmm this looks good.”
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“How did you fit all of that in there?”
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“Magic! This backpack was a gift, and it works like a charm!”
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“Well, grab something! Let’s eat!”
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“Ok!” *I begin loading my plate and looking for a spot to sit*
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There are a couple of spots. One is at a table, with some other people. There is also some crates nearby, which have some Pilots etched on them.
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*I go and sit down at the table*
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You overhear some grunts chatting about a game.
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*I listen closer*
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Apparently, there’s going to be a simulation match, where everyone can only use explosives!
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“That sounds fun!” [i]I say to no one in particular...[/i]
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You can see people setting up the fireworks.
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*I walk over to where they are setting them up*
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They’re setting up multiple fireworks, and explosives. An alien is watching over.
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*I stare at the alien for a moment*
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The alien turns around, and you can see his split jaws.
