"Yeah, in stories," She marvels. "They're all old-world. From your time. Like... Woodstock or Benjamin Franklin. You know, myths? That's probably why no one remembers them."
She lets the horrifying hypothetical-reality settle, then pulls a face. Kidding.
"It wasn't so bad. We camped, mostly, and ate crappy canned food until it was time to blow things up." She remembers Agent Maine— the poor, massive thing— sinking further and further into the bog in his desperate attempt to outrun a water-spider. And Florida, spending the 8th to 10th hour in an epic battle with a two-jawed reptile.
"At the time it seemed like an alright birthday present. We made it out alive, for one. Not that I was worried about that. And anyway, I'll take it over wandering through the indiscriminate, evil hallway."
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"Yeah, in stories," She marvels. "They're all old-world. From your time. Like... Woodstock or Benjamin Franklin. You know, myths? That's probably why no one remembers them."
She lets the horrifying hypothetical-reality settle, then pulls a face. Kidding.
"It wasn't so bad. We camped, mostly, and ate crappy canned food until it was time to blow things up." She remembers Agent Maine— the poor, massive thing— sinking further and further into the bog in his desperate attempt to outrun a water-spider. And Florida, spending the 8th to 10th hour in an epic battle with a two-jawed reptile.
"At the time it seemed like an alright birthday present. We made it out alive, for one. Not that I was worried about that. And anyway, I'll take it over wandering through the indiscriminate, evil hallway."
Carolina downs half her drink.
"Something tells me you aren't the camping type."