A LITTLE BIRDIE- ACTUALLY, SCRATCH THAT, IT WAS MY DOG JACK- TOLD ME THAT YOU

A.) LIKE THAT I POST SO FREQUENTLY

B.) THINK I DESERVE THE, "YOU HAVE ISSUES THAT NEED TO BE DEALT WITH" FACE

C.) LIKE TO CHOOSE THE OFTEN-FORGOTTEN LEFT LEG AS WELL

D.) CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I "KILLED OFF MAXON." (FOR THE RECORD, YOUR WORDS, NOT MINE, ALTHOUGH I WAS THINKING THEM.)

E.) BOTH A.) AND D.) ESPECIALLY D.

AMERICA

It was in shambles. Not entirely, no, one side of it. The side with my room on it.

One half was completely untouched. Perfect, pristine, and all-around luxurious. The other side, that is a different story.

There were fallen columns laying smashed upon the ground. Where those columns had supported the roof, the palace had tumbled, revealing broken support beams, torn insulation, sparking electrical wiring, and dust.

I grabbed T's hand for support, and we walked in through a hole in the wall.

The inside of the destroyed part was just like the out: ransacked, ruined, and utterly dangerous.

"What are we supposed to do, T?"

"I don't know; you're the one who knows her way around this dump."

"It's not usually a dump. Maybe we can go find Silvia."

"That's the only plan we got, so let's go for it," he said.
We walked down the halls, looking for Silvia. There was a lot of repairmen fixing what the Rebels had broken. Maids bustled about busily, but paid us no mind, as we didn't exist and I had not just returned from being supposedly kidnapped or murdered.

After going through a long maze of halls (of which T complained quite loudly), we found a familiar doorway. It was the doorway to the Women's Room.

This place was untouched. Nothing changed. I guess the Rebels- the men anyway- had the tiniest bit of class not to go into a place reserved for women.

"Silvia? Are you in here?"

Behind me, I hear a gasp. I turn around and my eyes widen.

I KNOW THIS WAS SHORT, I'M SORRY, BUT YOU ARE JUST GONNA HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.

IF YOU GUESSED B.) FOR THE QUIZ ABOVE, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY...

INCORRECT. THE ANSWER'S E.), DUMMKOPH.

I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS STORY SO FAR. WE'RE GETTING PRETTY CLOSE TO THE END, AND I'M SAD TO SEE THIS GO. BUT, HEY, YOU'LL FINALLY KNOW FOR SURE WHETHER OR NOT MAXON IS DEAD.

OH, AND DUMMKOPH IS GERMAN (CLANKER, FOR MY LEVIA-HOMIES) FOR IDIOT.