A/N:

Hello readers who stumbled upon this "master-piece," welcome to a grand adventure through previously explored lands of grand adventure, who am I kidding you know the main storyline we are just going to see what happens when we throw our "heroes," into the mix. This goes without saying, but SPOILERSFOR FIRE EMBLEM AWAKENING.

Special thanks to: AssassinPenguin to helping me create this story, staring in it (technically), and actually working with me.

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'…And then I shall gut them like trout.'

Really these bandits are actually really hard on Lunatic, I mean I knew they were going to be hard, this is the hardest difficulty, but this is just South town not the Garden of freaking Giants. It's not often when I threaten to kill video-game characters, but when I do it is usually enemies in Fire Emblem games.

'…'

I swear, the only crap that goes through my head are terrible puns and bad ideas.

"Eureka! I'll ask Rafael, he knows shit!"

…*face palm*

"Did I just say that out loud?"

'Yes, and it was hilarious.' Said that one voice in my head.

"Shut up, asshole"

'By extension you just called yourself an asshole'

Ignoring the voice for now, I searched for my phone in my jacket, which has tons of pockets, eventually finding it I texted the bastard hoping for some good advice to handle these damn bandits. Closing my 3ds until I got help from Rafael, instead I opted to staring in a mirror 'cause that was the closest thing to relieve boredom with.

'Let's see… still male and still got my grey jacket, didn't need a mirror to tell me that, but hey those are the only things that matter. My hair is still a dark enough brown that some consider black and my eyes are still green with that blue-ish outline.'

Being pulled away from my thoughts by that god-forsaken text ringtone that basically screams, "Hey pick me up or else I am going to give you all sorts of headaches." Picking up the device, and briefly considering throwing it in a blender might I add, I checked the message left by friend on the short side, seriously he is only 5'2 it is too easy to make fun of him.

'Let us see: Just organize your trjioijjhs, the hell does that mean?'

While about to send a rather crude message in response to the product of a more-than likely finger slip of epic proportions, I was suddenly quite aware of the fact that I suddenly did not want to move, at all, I felt like going to sleep for a while. Deciding against moving I let sweet conscience fade from me.

'The literal hell…why am…I…so…t-ired'

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