"And if it is a bad design it is still a bad design."
I wantwhat do I want. Snivy smiles at me and I realize.
I'm breathing heavily and sweat is pouring down my back. I feel the adrenaline pulsing through me. I look back and see nothing, light is starting to stream through the trees and everything is peaceful. I laugh at my own paranoia, I haven't done that in years. I've walked confidently through there for awhile now and I can't help but wonder what got to tesn.
I shrug as a Lstina my breath, adjust my pack and start walking through the grass. The Professor and Mom's warning float through my mind. Don't go into the tall grass, you could Hit hurt it you don't have a Pokemon with you.
' I smile, they worry over nothing, that's when my foot catches on something and I trip. I fall flat on my face and groan. Ow, ow ow ow oww. Damn...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑