C-SupportLeo: Ah, Corrin, there you are. Corrin: Have you been looking for me, Leo?Leo: I have. Recently, I was thinking about your old reading habits. All those strategy books I lent you, the extensive history texts we shared, the occasional romance our sisters would sneak you. Corrin: And what of them?Leo: I think it’d be interesting to discuss your current tastes. You’ve been out on your own long enough to have procured your own collection, I’m sure. Even if it’s not the sort I partic

    
It was supposed to be an easy trip. You were traveling just northwest of the town of Wormwood, towards the direction of some dusty old ruins. You weren’t even going to be entering them, you just needed some Emerald Moss that grew to the south of those ruins. This area wasn’t that far from Wormwood, and most of the big, scary monsters that roamed this land had gotten really quiet years ago.


  

  A large, chunky dragon dug around through bushes and shrubs in a dense forest, periodically stopping to press a button on a radar that, for a moment, would flash and beep before he went back to digging around. He had found the thing a few months prior when some kid in an orange gi ran by, dropping it right next to the berry bush he was eating from. Kid was so preoccupied he didn’t even seem to notice it fell. Goros, curious as he was, decided to take it himself and see what it did.

 Another day, another hot, early shower. Red didn’t have much of a need to wake up so early. She didn’t really need to shower before work, either, but it helped her feel professional. Shortly after she dropped out of college, she took a job as a maid for a higher up at some giant corporation, cleaning her apartment, cooking the meals she had at home, and keeping her company. It had been years since she was hired, so the position was only formal in theory. In a lot of ways, she was

Clarissa hated these camping trips.  Travis and her had been friends since third grade, when she brought a slug in for show and tell, and Travis brought a snail. Now they were almost through college together, and were still best friends. Just friends, though people always assumed otherwise. She never liked the idea of dating Travis (he just wasn’t her type) but could tell why, especially with these camping trips. He was an absolute country bumpkin, with a pickup truck and a near constant

 A pair of figures ran through a forest, the dark grey sky above them spitting a light shower onto them and their pursuers. The smaller figure, only three feet tall, easily darted under the logs and around the boulders the taller figure, closer to 7 feet, bounded over. Snarling, snapping, barking, a group of hounds could be heard behind them, and a siren blared in the distance. Further and further into the forest they went, and the roaring barks and siren became more distant. The siren fade

 The lush jungle was buzzing with the sounds of insects, flying and flitting about in the early morning mists. Frogs called out with deep croaks, birds sang and chirped with melodious echoes. In the far distance came the occasionally howling cry of a wandering chimp gang.  Greenthorn knew the jungle well, as many of the other members of his tribe did. He could step through the thicket effortlessly, without ever snapping a single twig. He needed to. As a part of the tribe’s tradition,

 A man stood naked, alone in his bedroom. In his hand, he held a pair of rings, metal ovals the size of large hula hoops. On the underside of each ring was a button, and when it pressed the red ring’s button, it began to float in mid air. He used all his strength to try and move it, and even without any support it didn’t move an inch. He shut it off and did the same with the blue ring, and it gave the same result. Completely stuck. He hit the button again, and moved to his bed. He