Academic Records - ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE Week 16
Introduction For Academic Records
Day in and day out, you print, process, and sign paperwork for different licenses and
registrations.
They both seem to think you are the enemy, firing upon you immediately and
sending bizarre communications that you struggle to translate.
No one knows what to
expect.
Your great grandfather was a superhero in the 1940s.
Suddenly her singing shifts to
crying, and she tells you that, although she is the last of her kind, she cannot bear to devour
another victim.
That's why you find it quite irritating when the adolescents abruptly ask
you to erase all record of their presence from the logs.
Someone is approaching your
encampment.
You try your best to shrug it off and go about your day, questioning what
really happened the night before, but when you see the creature again near your front door,
you freeze.
You journey to the other side of the world to seek the help of a witch once
shunned for her practice of necromancy.
Before you know it, he is chanting, bringing the
frogs back from the dead one by one, sending the classroom into chaos.
You are ecstatic to
start your lovely conversation again.
Suddenly, you hear the sound of crying in the distance;
you decide to investigate in case someone is hurt.
A gust of air and bright light erupt from it.
What they don't know is that you are also a shaman and one of the last practicing
dreamwalkers, being able to enter the dream state of hypnotized patient and work directly
with the subconscious.
When one of them drinks your blood, the passion instantly runs
through your veins, and your life changes forever.
They seem to be chasing the man and are increasing in size ever so slowly. When you
awake, your crew is gone while men and creatures are rushing toward you through the
darkness, shrieking for blood.
Among other things, you were always teased for your
inability to make the simplest of potions and your repeated mispronunciation of different
spells.
Your friend, who is much more athletic than you, gives it a try without success.
The
windows and doors of your house are boarded up, but you can still hear the swarm outside
as they try to find a way into your home to eat what is left of the world's vegetation.
During
your journey, the landscape starts changing in unexpected ways.
When you get to his aisle,
you are shocked to see several small hands peeking out of the trench coat, grabbing cans of
beans and corn before returning back into the depths of the coat.
"The witching hour.
When
the moon turns blood red and the cries of wolves can be heard echoing throughout the land,
a young woman must be sacrificed to appease the ancient god who lays dormant under your
village.
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