"Okay, I'll go see if I can salvage anything to eat from inside the cabin." Jack pushes open the squeaky cabin door cautiously. "Bella, can you start a fire?"
Bella turns to him, startled. "Uh... no?"
Jack laughs. "What do you mean no? You grew up in Bassoon. Did you not learn any basic camping skills?"
Bella shakes her head slowly. "The only thing I ever learned about wood, was how to process it for manufacturing," she says with a shrug. "I told you I grew up along the border of Horn, Jack! All we care about is our freaking factories!"
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Ghostly's rambles and/or daily journal entries. Now featuring poorly written universe details, story-lines, and character designs.
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