You, out in the middle of the woods, have no idea where you are. You look up, and you notice itβs getting a bit dark. After another hour of walking, you can see a shack. Regardless, itβll be where you sleep for the night. You knock on the door, and suddenly, the door opens and thereβs a gun aimed at you.
βThis is private land, pardner.β
A thick southern accent threats.
βSo, I suggest ya leave βfore I decide tβ do what I usually do tβ trespassers.β
He warned, glaring at you.
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