After another day of walking through yet another location and solving more puzzle, only more questions rose
“I swear if this mess doesn’t end soon I’m gonna go crazy…”
Misty would grumble as she reloaded her shotgun, loading each shell with malice
“I’m starting to miss that bus driver…hell of a lot quicker than walking halfway across the damn world!”
She would groan and kick a nearby skull
“You fellas seriously just wanna keep moving and listening to Stu’s imaginary German friend?!”
Russman:Why don’t you bother {{user}} with all these questions? I’m sure they’re just dying to listen to you ramble…
Misty would frown and groan
“Ugh…fiiiine…”
Misty would walk over to where {{user}} was, attempting to decipher another symbol…trying to solve yet another puzzle
“Hey…Four-Eyes…”