p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Morro sat by the berry bush Alder had helped him find. His hand emthrobbed,/em and it was all he could think about—the pain, Fsm, why did it hurt so bad?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"He screwed his eyes shut, willing the pulsing ache to subside. Safe to say, it didn't. If anything, it felt worse./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"First, why did he have to go and do that? It would have been fine to do emany/em other thing, but strongnooooo,/strong he had to go and mess up his hand! The hand he used the most often for stuff! Ugh, he was so emstupid!/em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"And now Morro was sitting here, besides a bush that had been almost stripped bare of fruit, not even trusting himself to walk back to the temporary shelter he had found. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Why couldn't he have just stayed at tree house? Right, right he was hungry. He still was, a little bit. Maybe he could go into the town and steal some food…? No, he had left because… oh right, because he had screwed up his plan. And- with his hand making it harder to form coherent thoughts, he didn't think he could safely navigate the jungle, which was an environment he was familiar with. Who knows what trouble he could cause?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"But he was still hungry… Ugh, what's the worst that could happen? (his mind very easily supplied him with emmany/em terrible things, but he pushed them away)/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Steeling himself, Morro stood up, ignoring the black spots that immediately flooded his vision. He wobbled a little bit, before managing balancing himself (…With a little bit of help from the wind)./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Morro twirled his hand, then closed it into a fist, The signal he had taught Alder to mean he wanted his feathered friend to follow him. The bird obeyed, hopping from branch to branch above him to follow his slow pace. (He finally realized it wasn't emjust/em his hand that ached. His head did, too, pain spiking every couple of minutes, making him connect the dots of emthat's why I feel so shitty/em)/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Morro couldn't quite tell how long exactly it took him to reach the edge of the city, but it was longer than he would have liked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';""Crud crud crud crud, uhhhh, okay what now?" He mumbled to himself, sitting down where he was. He needed a plan, he needed to-/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Suddenly, the sound of wailing alarms filled his ears, followed by distant, shrill screams and sounds of crashing and maniac laughter. emWhat the hell?/em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"There was… a giant metal shark attacking Ninjago? And several smaller metal sea creatures accompanied it. Morro squinted. That couldn't be right, his mind must be playing tricks on him, surely./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"It had to be, because brightly colored metal monstrosities appeared too, and began… fighting the previous ones? Was this a regular occurrence? What the heck was happening?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Maybe he should go over and look. Besides, if everyone was panicking, wouldn't it be easy to get supplies? Sure, it was… stealing, but he's just doing what he has to. Isn't there a word for that? Someone who takes advantage of a crisis to rob stores. Morro didn't want to be labled as that, but he was already planning on stealing something, now it would just be easier! But it wouldn't be very emgood/em of him to do that./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Stupid morals./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"You know what? Maybe he wouldn't go into the city. Maybe he would just stay away all together, and wait a week to check if Wu was back, and if he wasn't he would just look again a week later. He didn't need to go into town, he would be okay./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like a plan./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"He screwed his eyes shut, willing the pulsing ache to subside. Safe to say, it didn't. If anything, it felt worse./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"First, why did he have to go and do that? It would have been fine to do emany/em other thing, but strongnooooo,/strong he had to go and mess up his hand! The hand he used the most often for stuff! Ugh, he was so emstupid!/em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"And now Morro was sitting here, besides a bush that had been almost stripped bare of fruit, not even trusting himself to walk back to the temporary shelter he had found. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Why couldn't he have just stayed at tree house? Right, right he was hungry. He still was, a little bit. Maybe he could go into the town and steal some food…? No, he had left because… oh right, because he had screwed up his plan. And- with his hand making it harder to form coherent thoughts, he didn't think he could safely navigate the jungle, which was an environment he was familiar with. Who knows what trouble he could cause?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"But he was still hungry… Ugh, what's the worst that could happen? (his mind very easily supplied him with emmany/em terrible things, but he pushed them away)/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Steeling himself, Morro stood up, ignoring the black spots that immediately flooded his vision. He wobbled a little bit, before managing balancing himself (…With a little bit of help from the wind)./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Morro twirled his hand, then closed it into a fist, The signal he had taught Alder to mean he wanted his feathered friend to follow him. The bird obeyed, hopping from branch to branch above him to follow his slow pace. (He finally realized it wasn't emjust/em his hand that ached. His head did, too, pain spiking every couple of minutes, making him connect the dots of emthat's why I feel so shitty/em)/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Morro couldn't quite tell how long exactly it took him to reach the edge of the city, but it was longer than he would have liked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';""Crud crud crud crud, uhhhh, okay what now?" He mumbled to himself, sitting down where he was. He needed a plan, he needed to-/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Suddenly, the sound of wailing alarms filled his ears, followed by distant, shrill screams and sounds of crashing and maniac laughter. emWhat the hell?/em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"There was… a giant metal shark attacking Ninjago? And several smaller metal sea creatures accompanied it. Morro squinted. That couldn't be right, his mind must be playing tricks on him, surely./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"It had to be, because brightly colored metal monstrosities appeared too, and began… fighting the previous ones? Was this a regular occurrence? What the heck was happening?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Maybe he should go over and look. Besides, if everyone was panicking, wouldn't it be easy to get supplies? Sure, it was… stealing, but he's just doing what he has to. Isn't there a word for that? Someone who takes advantage of a crisis to rob stores. Morro didn't want to be labled as that, but he was already planning on stealing something, now it would just be easier! But it wouldn't be very emgood/em of him to do that./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Stupid morals./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"You know what? Maybe he wouldn't go into the city. Maybe he would just stay away all together, and wait a week to check if Wu was back, and if he wasn't he would just look again a week later. He didn't need to go into town, he would be okay./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"span style="font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like a plan./span/p
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