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Username: case
ID: 108699
Chicoon name: Everett
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Prompt:Trembling visibly, Everett looked over at Zygo, who was leading them toward the Skeleton Army's training grounds. Everett was honestly looking for a vending machine in the maze. They definitely did not want to enlist in any army, especially if skeletons were involved. How would they hurt a skeleton in the first place? Zygo did not look like she was in the mood for questions or protests, so Everett reluctantly continued to follow Zygo.
Everett's mouth hung upon as they arrived at the training grounds. This place looked like hell. The training grounds were going to chew Everett up and spit them out. While passing a building, Everett quickly looked through a window. Were those exercise machines? What about vending machines?! Zygo and Everett stopped at a field, which was littered with obstacles and other Chicoons. Some of the Chicoons looked as miserable as Everett felt, but others looked completely invested. Everett's stomach grumbled loudly, and they looked away once they realized that a drill instructor was angrily glaring at them. A drill instructor came over to Everett and told them to drop down and give them twenty. "Twenty what? Do you want twenty dollars?" Everett screeched, watching as Chicoons went through rope obstacles. "I only have two dollars worth in quarters, and that is for the vending machine!"
A few hours later, Everett was bruised -- his body and ego. They sniffled as they slowly walked to the next obstacle, barely trying to climb over a huge tire. "Is it snack time yet?" They wailed, looking up at the sky as large raindrops cascaded down their face. "Now the ground is going to be muddy," they whined.
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