i admire the healthy growth of your skill tree *looks over at my skill tree* *instead sees a dead bunch of twigs and shriveled leaves* i might need to work on mine a bit
it seems to need more sunlight
and water and dirt its dead because ive done nothing to make it flourish
"It's finally here," said Little Agent. "The moment we've all been waiting for." "What do you mean, Little Agent?" asked the perpetually confused Daddy Potato. "I mean... uh...." The youngster seemed to place something in his back pocket. "I mean, this journey. I feel like we've always longed for a sense of purpose in this meaningless life, but now we're going to save the universe!" "Attempt to, at least," muttered Best Welsh Buddy. "What was that?" "Oh, nothing." "Are you sure that's what you meant?" inquired Daddy Potato. "Definitely!" Little Agent smiled, seemingly oblivious to the text that had appeared above his head. Trait acquired: Liar! Daddy Potato turned to his wife. "Is that what I think it is?" "Depends on what you think it is." Best Welsh Buddy was staring at the ground, disinterested in the current conversation. "Well, it's either something that will change this journey forever, or a one-off gag by an alternate universe's version of Little Agent, who is controlling our lives and wanted to make this particular chapter a demonstration of meta humor so he wouldn't have to actually progress the plot. Maybe our lives are simply meaningless, and in this higher plane of existence we're just poorly written words on a webpage, doomed to eventually be left in the middle of our journey and forgotten about by those who created us." He paused for a moment. "I feel like the first one isn't that likely." Best Welsh Buddy was no longer listening, and Little Agent was wondering if either of them remembered what had just happened to their house.
"It's finally here," said Little Agent. "The moment we've all been waiting for." "What do you mean, Little Agent?" asked the perpetually confused Daddy Potato. "I mean... uh...." The youngster seemed to place something in his back pocket. "I mean, this journey. I feel like we've always longed for a sense of purpose in this meaningless life, but now we're going to save the universe!" "Attempt to, at least," muttered Best Welsh Buddy. "What was that?" "Oh, nothing." "Are you sure that's what you meant?" inquired Daddy Potato. "Definitely!" Little Agent smiled, seemingly oblivious to the text that had appeared above his head. Trait acquired: Liar! Daddy Potato turned to his wife. "Is that what I think it is?" "Depends on what you think it is." Best Welsh Buddy was staring at the ground, disinterested in the current conversation. "Well, it's either something that will change this journey forever, or a one-off gag by an alternate universe's version of Little Agent, who is controlling our lives and wanted to make this particular chapter a demonstration of meta humor so he wouldn't have to actually progress the plot. Maybe our lives are simply meaningless, and in this higher plane of existence we're just poorly written words on a webpage, doomed to eventually be left in the middle of our journey and forgotten about by those who created us." He paused for a moment. "I feel like the first one isn't that likely." Best Welsh Buddy was no longer listening, and Little Agent was wondering if either of them remembered what had just happened to their house.
"It's finally here," said Little Agent. "The moment we've all been waiting for." "What do you mean, Little Agent?" asked the perpetually confused Daddy Potato. "I mean... uh...." The youngster seemed to place something in his back pocket. "I mean, this journey. I feel like we've always longed for a sense of purpose in this meaningless life, but now we're going to save the universe!" "Attempt to, at least," muttered Best Welsh Buddy. "What was that?" "Oh, nothing." "Are you sure that's what you meant?" inquired Daddy Potato. "Definitely!" Little Agent smiled, seemingly oblivious to the text that had appeared above his head. Trait acquired: Liar! Daddy Potato turned to his wife. "Is that what I think it is?" "Depends on what you think it is." Best Welsh Buddy was staring at the ground, disinterested in the current conversation. "Well, it's either something that will change this journey forever, or a one-off gag by an alternate universe's version of Little Agent, who is controlling our lives and wanted to make this particular chapter a demonstration of meta humor so he wouldn't have to actually progress the plot. Maybe our lives are simply meaningless, and in this higher plane of existence we're just poorly written words on a webpage, doomed to eventually be left in the middle of our journey and forgotten about by those who created us." He paused for a moment. "I feel like the first one isn't that likely." Best Welsh Buddy was no longer listening, and Little Agent was wondering if either of them remembered what had just happened to their house.
owo little agent knows something we don't unless, you know, "it's finally here" is in reference to the story part itself
Great part, but there's one issue: Now I have to write something.
it's supposed to be a reference to the story part, but also mean something in the context of the story. and i have a really stupid idea of what that thing is, but i'd rather see what you come up with
it's okay, as long as you do it within five months you'll have a better record than me
Proper English is a dying language. 
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