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Shadow Articuno had enough of everyone’s suspicious gloomy mood. He wasn’t going to let that stop him. He was going to be a master! The best there ever was. And so he decided to test himself by sneaking behind buildings in town throwing tiny plastic balls at small animals. He wondered why nothing was happening, but decided that if he was ever going to reach his goal he was just going to have to keep trying.
Unfortunately, the next thing he knew a horn had been shot through the abdomen with a horn. He looked confused and sad at what was happening. But that didn’t last long, as the sniper was approaching for his final attack.
Shadow Articuno had fainted.
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The townspeople gathered at what was left of the town’s bar. There were no drinks to be had, but there was one piece of equipment there considered to be very important by them, the dartboard.
“Ok so we think the sniper is one of these four people are the sniper but we can’t decide… so let’s use this dartboard to decide” suggested one of the remaining towns people as the others shrugged indifferently as they could not think of anything better in that moment.
After a few misses a dart finally landed on a name, Slendernoir. No one could remember seeing them but had noticed a shadowy figure hanging around woodsheds trying to steal small children, only to find that they were just toys resembling small children. This alone was enough to scare the townspeople from trying to directly go after that slender, shadowy individual. So they put a baby lamb in the jail to lure and trap Slendernoir. A few cries were heard, the sounds of which were enough to convince them that they had captured the dreaded slender individual. All that was found near the jail was a broken G-team badge.
Unfortunately, the next thing he knew a horn had been shot through the abdomen with a horn. He looked confused and sad at what was happening. But that didn’t last long, as the sniper was approaching for his final attack.
Shadow Articuno had fainted.
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The townspeople gathered at what was left of the town’s bar. There were no drinks to be had, but there was one piece of equipment there considered to be very important by them, the dartboard.
“Ok so we think the sniper is one of these four people are the sniper but we can’t decide… so let’s use this dartboard to decide” suggested one of the remaining towns people as the others shrugged indifferently as they could not think of anything better in that moment.
After a few misses a dart finally landed on a name, Slendernoir. No one could remember seeing them but had noticed a shadowy figure hanging around woodsheds trying to steal small children, only to find that they were just toys resembling small children. This alone was enough to scare the townspeople from trying to directly go after that slender, shadowy individual. So they put a baby lamb in the jail to lure and trap Slendernoir. A few cries were heard, the sounds of which were enough to convince them that they had captured the dreaded slender individual. All that was found near the jail was a broken G-team badge.
gonk What is wrong with the person writing this story?? gonk
