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Per has a minion!

Ish the Frolicking Sunflower

Per
Legacy Name: Per

The

Common Experiment #810
Owner:

Holden

Age: 12 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 30th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: August 30th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 618
Strength: 1,545
Defense: 1,545
Speed: 1,543
Health: 1,545
HP: 1,482/1,545
Intelligence: 1,401
Books Read: 1331
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Deputy Director

here we are

It's a warm night and the storm is over. Finally. What does it mean? It means that the warm sun will be waiting to greet your open eyes the next morning. Being able to stretch your legs. An end to worrying about death looming a few inches too far to the side. An end to lonely nights spent sleeping while clinging to your high tree branch, wet and shivering in the only spot you could trust not to drown in your sleep.

Of course, it means you will continue being lost and lonely. But in a strange land, being lost and wet and worrying about certain death is much different from being lost in the sunshine and boughs of beautiful alien flowers, trees with branches of colorful fruit too fragrant not to taste. As you climb down to explore this new world, you find yourself missing your friends along with the memory of their last hugs and smiles ending with a naÃ¯ve certainty you'd meet again soon, and your family, who had expressed heartfelt concern for you on the last day before your seemingly simple soul-searching, your little sister devastated and crying in her room. The thought is too much for you to bear for now and you walk on.

You don't remember exactly how it happened, and even the pervasive smell of engine smoke has been washed out by the several days of rain. It strikes you, after several hours of walking past mysterious new leaves and petals, that you are the only animate creature for miles. Where are the fauna, if any, on this planet? It strikes you for the first time, that you may the truly be the only intelligent life you will ever see again.

While feeling forlorn and in tears, your phone, which did not endure the rainstorm, drops from your pocket onto the strange soil. Bending to pick it up, a tiny shred of hope suddenly sprouts from the site, first a leaf... then a flower... and little arms... little eyes...