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afailedmurder) wrote2018-06-15 11:31 am
afailedmurder) wrote2018-06-15 11:31 am
Memory Registry
Actual memories
- Sugar is Essential
- Honey, I'm home
- Russian Takoyaki
- A day in the life
- Childhood Bullies
- Velvet Room
- A meeting with Shido
- A day in the life (II)
- Grinding in Mementos
- Mom
- Be yourself and say what you think
- A kid can't do anything
- Take me to church
- Mom II
- Black Mask
- This is how your justice ends
- Futaba steals A's phone
- Yet another talk show
- Graffiti
- Good boy
- Knowledge
- Big ol pile of murders
- Hobbies
20 - Good boy
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You're in a prehistoric jungle, hunting a dinosaur.
There are a lot of other teens with you here, but you're leading the pack - you and the dog, that is. The plan is that the dog will sniff out the remains of the dinosaur's kills, and you will examine them in order to track the predator.
The dog is skillful at its part of the task, leading you to fresher and fresher remains. It has a handler of sorts, a young boy who interprets its signals for you, but as you work you begin to pick up on the dog's body language as well. You don't really need him.
(You don't need any of them).
Still, it's a little bit fun to play at dinosaur forensics, and the task is going well. You try petting the dog, and it licks you. You realize that you like dogs.
Everyone praises you for working so well with your canine companion. You don't know whether to be pleased or embarrassed about that.
More importantly, it's time to go slay that dinosaur.