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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:520px; margin-top:-5px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width:500px; word-spacing: 4px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top:-10px; font-size: 11px; color: #B2B2B2; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-transform: lowercase;]so stay determined as you grow, love as you go.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:520px; margin-top:-10px;][hr][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]You were back here again, it seemed.
To be honest, you had thought this place had just been another one of your weird dreams. But, it seemed like the adventures back at your town were more like dreams than this was.
I mean, who wouldn't dream about knocking down and destroying all their foes with just words alone, and then finding a best friend to spend the rest of your life with?
Now this? This seemed more like real life.
It was hard. It was hard trying to deal with your anxiety again. You thought you had left it behind. You thought you never would have to worry about being afraid again. You had him, you were going to be fine.
But he was no where to be found. Your best friend, completely wiped from your life in a blink of an eye. Not a single sign of him, anywhere.
What the hell were you going to do now?
Your first idea you had was to just sit in the corner, and cry. Yup, just like you used to do. Give up.
But, there was no point in that, was there? Crying wasn't going to help you get back to town. Crying wasn't going to get you your friend back.
No, you needed to keep going. Keep fucking going through all this bullshit because you knew that there had to be some way to get back.
You were a badass, remember? Nothing was going to fucking stop you.
Fuck anxiety, fuck being afraid, fuck all of it.
...
But, you weren't going to get anywhere by just ignoring everything, right? So, what were you going to do now?
Well, perhaps make some friends. You felt pretty lonely, anyways. You'd probably need some help with all this, too.
So, how exactly were you going to do that? Well, you had heard of this 'meet and greet' thing. You had heard that it helped you meet people, and occasionally allowed you to make friends with them.
That's what you were going to do, yes.
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You were sitting in a nondescript area inside of camp. How exactly did you start a meet and greet again? Oh yeah! "U-Uhm...Meet and gr-greet, if y-you don't m-mind." Ugh, you still sounded like a nervous child, though. I mean, technically, you were. But, meh.[/fancypost]
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