"Oh, I'm practically a Psychonaut. A cerebral soldier. Paranormal paramilitary! I've shown the right people I have what it takes, and I'm gonna get certified for realsies once I stop World War Three."
That seems like a touchy subject, but... centuries?! The boss monster doesn't seem very forthcoming, he nods sympathetically, but makes a mental note to ask her later.
"Hang on!" He digs his notebook out of his pack and one of his last few unbroken crayons "This is.... Florida.... Mexico... North and South America. This is the 'East Coast' here, and my family usually moves around over here. The 'West Coast' is on that side, Canada's up there.. Wait, is it snowy, or desert-y?" He starts to messily sketch the rest of the Earth.
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That seems like a touchy subject, but... centuries?! The boss monster doesn't seem very forthcoming, he nods sympathetically, but makes a mental note to ask her later.
"Hang on!" He digs his notebook out of his pack and one of his last few unbroken crayons "This is.... Florida.... Mexico... North and South America. This is the 'East Coast' here, and my family usually moves around over here. The 'West Coast' is on that side, Canada's up there.. Wait, is it snowy, or desert-y?" He starts to messily sketch the rest of the Earth.