Nothing really happened after Anaka came until the pack of bandits raided our lot at night about a week after we set out east with him. I dunno' if it was Anaka's fault they came after us, but nothin' like that ever happened before he joined us, that's for sure. Anyway, Novu woke me up mid-attack. It was kinda scary, bein' woke up in the middle of the night to a terrified friend shaking my shoulders amidst gunshots and hoarse screams. I got up real quick and grabbed my knapsack, scurrying over behind a worn hide flapping in the desert's night wind (which, in case you didn't know, is pretty damn strong).1
And then I said to Novu, "The writer of this story pretty much sucks." He agreed with me, of course, seeing as despite how much she loves post-apocalyptic stories, she can't write them to save her life. And then they all died. Being shot out of a cannon into a flaming tree shredder. The end.2
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Okay, yeah, so I can't write stories, it was proven once with Immortal Exile and again with Like a Lion... shuddup, lol, I'll do what I want.
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