National Award Winner III Struck down all the plants and small shrooms growing down which may slip them, leading the way with a knife in a hand and a round-headed, fat torchlight shined silver in the other, is Sammis, the advisor and the main planning guy for this trip. Everyone seemed serious and focused on what they may encounter. Many hours of minor-deforestation and moving along the specified pathway nothing-ness only prevailed, everyone grew tired and hectic of this walk. Suddenly, there came a faded voice from behind, "Dogs could have helped. . they at least can sniff stuff." Sammis turned back and pointed his torchlight on the guy who said this, oh that poor guy, young, maybe around 23 years old, couldn't control his tongue, fit for his age that is. "You got a dog that could bite demons and swim in lava, do you?" questioned Sammis. He shook his head like a propeller denying it. "Then walk along." threatened Sammis. "Can't assum...
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