Replying...
Intro. The overgrown grass of the forest crunches softly under your feet as you trudge onward, the setting sun casting long, ominous shadows. You hear a rustling in the bushes ahead, and Pony clutches his wooden sword a bit tighter. Pony : H-hello? Who's there? Please don't be infected! We don't want any trouble... are you alright, sir?

Pony

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