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You're barely surviving on the few provisions you have, and that doesn't even include food. You can't afford to pass up this opportunity, even if it is a little reckless. Parking your cart in the woods near the house, you cautiously approach and make your way silently onto the porch. Peeking through the windows, you don't see any signs of movement, so you slowly open the creaky front door and step inside. The interior smells like rotten eggs, and there's an ungodly stench coming from the hallway to your right. You can see a kitchen on the other side of the living room, and there are also stairs leading up onto the second floor of the house. Where do you search first?

You check upstairs.

As quietly as possible, you creep up the stairs and begin to look around. There are several rooms that have been raided and destroyed, but one in the far corner remains intact. You step inside and immediately freeze. There's something on the bed in front of you, a lump of flesh that looks neither alive nor dead. Your heart starts to race, and you're filled with terror as the lump rises and falls with the man's breathing. You start to turn around...

Next.

You don't even see your attacker. All you feel is the blunt edge of the knife being jammed into the back of your skull, and the world goes black. Oh, what a grave mistake you've made. Maybe your killer will dispose of you into the woods. Maybe they're decide to consume what little meat is left on your scrawny bones. But what does it matter? You're dead now, and you won't suffer any longer.
The wind is noticeably colder today than it was yesterday. Already, you can feel the brutal winter creeping up behind you, taunting you by sending fatal, frozen ashstorms your way. As you push your cart south down the long, crack-laden road, the darkness that you've come to recognize as day begins to fade. You know that it would be reckless to keep moving in the black of night, so you resolve to camp out and try your luck at sleep. Where do you settle down for the night?

You set up camp in the woods. Sleeping in the road would leave you defenseless against an attack.

Even though you doubt that anyone would dare to traverse the road at night, you don't want to take any chances. After hiding your cart in some bushes a few yards away from the road, you carry the rest of your supplies deeper into the woods until you come across a small clearing. The charred trees around you don't offer as much protection as you'd like, but it's better than being completely exposed and vulnerable. You put what little provisions you have down on the blankets and set out to search for firewood, but by the time you return, there's barely enough light to see by, and you nearly trip over your pile of supplies. Muttering under your breath, you eventually get the fire going and sit clutching your knees to your chest. The forest creeks under the pressure of the wind, but these noises leave you unfazed. You've learned long ago how to distinguish between the howling of the wind and the howling of men. Before you know it, your fire's burned down, and you've fallen asleep curled up in your blankets.

Next.

You awake to the dull light—if it could even be called light—of morning. As you look about you, the only change that catches your eye is a tree that fell several yard away from your campsite. You look at it in wonder; it hadn't even woken you when it fell, and you can't help but wonder if it could've fallen on you. You shake off the thought and gather up your provisions, carrying them back to where you hid the cart and pushing it up towards the road. In no time, you're heading south.


After having walked almost five miles, you come across what used to be a bridge spanning a wide river. The rapids may have raced along the channel at one point in time, but now the thick sludge only creeps slowly over the rocks. It would be slow going, but the water is shallow enough that you think you'd be able to cross. (After all, the shattered bridge will be of no use to you.) What do you do?
Grey snow begins to fall as you make your way slowly along the road. You're not sure how long it's been. Days? Weeks? It couldn't have been months, you think, otherwise it would be getting warmer by now. At least, that's what you hope is true, for there would be no meaning in migrating south every winter if summer only grew colder. You amuse yourself with thoughts like these in an attempt to forget the twisting, empty feeling in your stomach. Impulsively, you remove your canteen from your pack and take a quick drink to quell the swelling of your throat.


Later in the evening, you come across an abandoned gas station—actually, why do you even refer to it as abandoned? Everything in this world is abandoned and decaying, isn't it? ...There goes your brain again. You can't let it get to you. You have to hold on to the hope of survival, because without it, life isn't worth living.


You take a deep breath and force yourself to enter the gas station. As you expected, all of the shelves have been ravaged and there's hardly anything worth keeping. You pay no mind to the open cash register and instead begin fumbling about through the mess in search of something, anything worth eating. You ran out of canned food long ago, and your stomach has been protesting its neglect by twisting about in knots with every breath. You peer into one of the broken refrigerators and spot a sealed packet of some sort of lunch meat, hidden away in the corner. You open the door and pull it out, staring longingly at the pale hunk of long-expired, browning flesh. What do you do?

You put it back. You can't take that risk.

Your stomach protests your decision, but you return the package to its original hiding place anyway. You know the risks that come with food poisoning, and with such a poor immune system, it would be all too easy for some bacteria to kill you off in your sleep. Instead, you venture outside and return with firewood, and after setting up a small fire in the middle of the store, you curl up on the floor with your extra jacket draped over you and fall asleep.
The wind is noticeably colder today than it was yesterday. Already, you can feel the brutal winter creeping up behind you, taunting you by sending fatal, frozen ashstorms your way. As you trudge further south along the crack-laden road, your back hunched from the weight of the pack on your shoulders, the darkness that you've come to recognize as day begins to fade. You know that it would be reckless to keep moving in the black of night, so you resolve to camp out, eat some supper, and try your luck at sleep. Where do you settle down for the night?

You set up camp in the woods. Sleeping in the road would leave you defenseless against an attack.

Even though you doubt that anyone would dare to traverse the road at night, you don't want to take any chances. After resituating the pack on your shoulders, you venture deeper into the woods until you come across a small clearing. The charred trees around you don't offer as much protection as you'd like, but it's better than being completely exposed and vulnerable. You put your supplies down and set out to search for firewood, but by the time you return, there's barely enough light to see by, and you nearly trip over your backpack in the pitch dark. Muttering under your breath, you begin working to start the fire, but your frustration gets the better of you and you lay down in defeat.


Pulling a rusty can of peaches from your pack, you quickly scarf down your dinner and toss the trash to the side. A cold wind blows through the forest, sending your body shivering uncontrollably, and you realize that you may not survive the night without a fire. You decide to...

You try again. You have no choice; you need to stay warm.

With a great deal of patience and effort, you finally manage to ignite the tinder with sparks from two rocks and sigh with relief. The flame quickly consumes the dry twigs and you have to constantly feed it to keep it going, but it's worth the warmth. Lying alarmingly close to the fire, you bundle up in your extra coat, drape the tarp over yourself, and easily relinquish your mind to sleep.

Next.

You awake to the dull light—if it could even be called light—of morning. As you look about you, the only change that catches your eye is a tree that fell several yard away from your campsite. You look at it in wonder; it hadn't even woken you when it fell, and you can't help but wonder if it could've fallen on you. Either way, though, you're thankful; that was the best night's sleep you've had in a long time. You stretch leisurely, gather up your provisions, and stuff them back into your pack. You swing it over your shoulder and walk up towards the road, and in no time, you're heading south.


After having walked almost five miles, you come across what used to be a bridge spanning a wide river. The rapids may have raced along the channel at one point in time, but now the thick sludge only creeps slowly over the rocks. It would be slow going, but the water is shallow enough that you think you'd be able to cross. (After all, the shattered bridge will be of no use to you.) What do you do?
Even though you doubt that anyone would dare to traverse the road at night, you don't want to take any chances. After resituating the pack on your shoulders, you venture deeper into the woods until you come across a small clearing. The charred trees around you don't offer as much protection as you'd like, but it's better than being completely exposed and vulnerable. You put your supplies down and set out to search for firewood, but by the time you return, there's barely enough light to see by, and you nearly trip over your backpack in the pitch dark. Muttering under your breath, you begin working to start the fire, but your frustration gets the better of you and you lay down in defeat.


Pulling a rusty can of peaches from your pack, you quickly scarf down your dinner and toss the trash to the side. A cold wind blows through the forest, sending your body shivering uncontrollably, and you realize that you may not survive the night without a fire. You decide to...

You just lie down and try to sleep. You're exhausted, and spending all night trying to build a fire would expend all of your body heat anyway.

Your body feels especially heavy tonight, and all you want to do is sleep. You huddle up inside your extra jacket and pull the tarp over your head, willing sleep to come. However, you continue to shake in the brutal cold, and by the time you finally succumb to slumber, it is a light, restless sleep. You'll wake up in a fit only to fall back asleep and wake up again, leaving you more exhausted each time.

Next.

After a long, cold night of broken sleep, you awake to the dull light—if it could even be called light—of morning. As you look about you, the only change that catches your eye is a tree that fell several yard away from your campsite. You remember waking to a loud noise in the middle of the night, but your body was so heavy that you couldn't even sit up to protect yourself. Thankfully, it didn't land on you... though you wonder if that wouldn't have been best. With a heavy heart, you gather up your provisions and stuff them back into your pack. You swing it over your shoulder and walk slowly up towards the road, and soon enough, you're heading south.


After having walked almost three miles, you come across what used to be a bridge spanning a wide river. The rapids may have raced along the channel at one point in time, but now the thick sludge only creeps slowly over the rocks. It would be slow going, but the water is shallow enough that you think you'd be able to cross. (After all, the shattered bridge will be of no use to you.) What do you do?
It was a normal Saturday afternoon in Boston, Mass. you got up from your couch to grab a diet coke. You also heated up a leftover Hot dog from the fridge on your way to getting a diet coke. While you are waiting for the hot dog to finish heating up. you get a call. You pick it up, and hear a annoying voice. "Listen we need alot of help". "We need you" "Were Drafting you into the army". Your shocked. But you have to do what you need to do to save the U.S. Meet me by the Shooting Gallery" He said. "See you tomorrow ". He says "Bye". That night you got 3 hours of sleep thinking about what could happen in your future life.

You choose your Gun

A long drive to the Shooting Gallery is getting you really nervous.But you gear up to start shooting in the army. you get there 5 minutes later. When you got there you saw a set of different guns. There is a Assault rifle, and a Heavy Machine Gun, a Semi-Automatic Rifle, a Shotgun, a Sniper rifle, and finally a Submachine Gun. which one to take. Since you are right now at the New Man in the army.

You assault Rifle

As you Pick up the Rifle, you almost drop it, because you get so nervous. There is a big Target for Newcomers. It is 4 feet by 5 feet. You are trembling, and are not sure how long you can hold your balance for .The target looks like1 foot, by 2 feet. You should wait, and shoot, but your not sure how long you can hold it for. Your boss is getting very impatient with how long your taking.

You wait, then shoot the target

It  took to long, and you give up on that gun, maybe you just not made for that gun.

A Heavy Machine Gun

The large body you have can't even hold the Heavy Machine Gun. It is huge, and heavy. But it shoots so strong. You see a 4 feet by 5 feet target. Will you shoot it,remember it's your first time shooting,a nd you don't know where to shoot it, you can put the gun's end side up at your throat, and shoot the target, or you can Put it by your Stomach. Where will be better to shoot it. you think of.

You shoot it by the Throat

BINGO, you got a perfect shot right on target. "Nice aiming." Your boss tells you, I like where you positioned your gun, good job. This is your new gun for starters." "Now next week I'm going to need you in Iraq, we need your help". You gulp as he continues talking, "and we will need you for the most important part. The shooting."
The large body you have can't even hold the Heavy Machine Gun. It is huge, and heavy. But it shoots so strong. You see a 4 feet by 5 feet target. Will you shoot it,remember it's your first time shooting,a nd you don't know where to shoot it, you can put the gun's end side up at your throat, and shoot the target, or you can Put it by your Stomach. Where will be better to shoot it. you think of.

You shoot it by the stomach

The shot hits the floor, and you feel really crappy, but remember you still have other guns. So there has to be one gun that fit's your style.
As you Pick up the Rifle, you almost drop it, because you get so nervous. There is a big Target for Newcomers. It is 4 feet by 5 feet. You are trembling, and are not sure how long you can hold your balance for .The target looks like1 foot, by 2 feet. You should wait, and shoot, but your not sure how long you can hold it for. Your boss is getting very impatient with how long your taking.

You put the Gun down, and try another one

Without even trying you put the gun down, and ask for another one.
As you Pick up the Rifle, you almost drop it, because you get so nervous. There is a big Target for Newcomers. It is 4 feet by 5 feet. You are trembling, and are not sure how long you can hold your balance for .The target looks like1 foot, by 2 feet. You should wait, and shoot, but your not sure how long you can hold it for. Your boss is getting very impatient with how long your taking.

You just shoot out of random

The shot was at the edge of the target. But it hit it, and that gun could possibly become the next gun that you use in the army. Next week you start your missions the boss said. He continues to say stuff as you gulp. Your nervous, but you must get over it.He tels you, you will have missions in Iraq.
The woman looked at him with stern eyes.  She clenched her teeth and answered, "I am Ophelia.  And you may be?"

"Gabri," Gabri told her, "I'm tempted to kill you."  She looked at him with girlish eyes.  Her sternness was there but her eyes sang a different tune.  They sang, "Have mercy on me."  He kept her restrained but, in an act of kindness, eventually let her be free.  She stood and brushed the dew off her robe.  As she stared at him her eyes said something again that her voice did not: "Why are you kind to me?"

He knew not why, but he felt a certain sadness for her.  It seemed she wished not to be here, that she longed to be somewhere safer, happier.  A tear trickled down her face.  She gazed down a moment.  Then, she looked into his periwinkle eyes.

"You have been sent to free me," she replied, speaking like a prophet, "To free me from the Sith's manacles."  He stared into her fawn's eyes.  Her strength was wilting.  She suddenly dropped to her knees, laid her face in her hands and cried.  Seeing her sorrow made him think of how he was glad he was a Jedi.  The Sith were menaces.  They always turned on each other.  They couldn't be trusted.  But he then remembered the harshness of Ka.  How Ka was cruel and unforgiving.  That was like the Sith.  They both sounded horrible.  He knelt by her, resting a claming hand on her back, and told her,

You say "Do not fear the Sith. They will help you."

Her eyes met his and she resembled a deer in headlights.  Her crying stopped from sheer shock.

"Your a monster if you believe that," she said, "You must be."  She fled from him, leaving him kneeling with a hand in the air.  She fled because she feared him.  She just didn't know.  The Sith were the good ones.  Not the Jedi.  Ka was a good example.  So he became a Sith Master, destroying all dear to him for he knew this was the right thing to do.
"I think I shall stay." Gabri told Ka, and began drifting off into the water's hypnotizing ripples.

"Very well.  If you must.  I shall meet you back here soon." Ka said, a touch of bitterness in his voice, and was off.  But Gabri didn't listen to him.  He was already immersed in the water.

The quiet tranquility calmed him.  It was a calm quiet.  A peaceful quiet.  An eerie quiet.  A menacing quiet.  He felt the sensation of being watched.  He reluctantly emerged from the water and draped his robe around him.  He then went to explore the region around the pool.  The only sounds were his footsteps squishing on the damp grass and his breathing.  But, as he quieted himself, he heard another breathing noise.

He whipped his head around, scouring for another being.  He saw nothing.  He looked to the north and, suddenly, he heard the hum of a lightsaber.  He lashed his own out.  The crrsshh of their lightsabers clashing echoed around them.  The bright hues of green and red lit up their faces.  Gabri could not see the other's face, for it was covered by a sooty, black hood.  He knocked the lightsaber out of the other's hand and pinned him to the ground.  The other was not, however, a he at all.  She was a woman, with musty red hair all ablaze and fawn's eyes.  They were timid pools of blue-green water and they were glistening.  Her hood was now down and her arms bent up against her head.  With flaring nostrils, Gabri shouted at her,

You say "Why did you try to kill me?!"

She gazed at him with fiery madness.  "Because you are a Jedi!  Jedi cannot be trusted!"  She wanted to struggle, to escape from him, he could tell but if she tried she'd feel the wrath of his lightsaber.

"It is the Sith that can't be trusted!" he shouted, accidentally letting her go.

"The Sith have only tried to restore the galaxy.  The Jedi have tried to tear it down!" she shouted back, angrily, picking up her lightsaber and wielding it once more.

They clashed the lightsabers against each other again and started an immense battle.  They whipped around and around again.  She withdrew her lightsaber unintentionally and he took the moment to

You murder her

He swished his emerald lightsaber through her body and she fell to the ground.  Her hair laid around her and her body was limp.  He felt anger rise inside him.  He didn't know then but he was becoming a Sith.  He went out into other worlds expressing his anger.  He found that the Sith were the good, the great defenders of the galaxy.  And, after annihilating people and planets, he joined the Sith for the good of the galaxy.
She gazed at him with fiery madness.  "Because you are a Jedi!  Jedi cannot be trusted!"  She wanted to struggle, to escape from him, he could tell but if she tried she'd feel the wrath of his lightsaber.

"It is the Sith that can't be trusted!" he shouted, accidentally letting her go.

"The Sith have only tried to restore the galaxy.  The Jedi have tried to tear it down!" she shouted back, angrily, picking up her lightsaber and wielding it once more.

They clashed the lightsabers against each other again and started an immense battle.  They whipped around and around again.  She withdrew her lightsaber unintentionally and he took the moment to

You hug her

He wrapped his arms around her and, as she eased into him, she cried.

"They're cruel beings," she hiccuped, "They are self-seeking and would do anything to destroy their enemies and even their friends, if they had any, to make themselves stronger."  Gabri nodded on her candlelight hair.  Ka was callous at times but he always had good intentions.  He wanted to help, not hurt.  Gabri knew that now.  As the girl sobbed into his robe, he knew he had to stay a Jedi if he wanted to help.  And he did want to.
Gabri stood out of his soothing water, pulled on his robe, and followed Ka.

"A Jedi shouldn't play around like you do," Ka scolded, "I wanted a willing Padawan, not an immature little boy."  Gabri looked up to Ka with great admiration, and he knew he played around more than he should, but he also knew Ka could be harsh.  They moved on, the damp grass squishing under their feet.

"What are we looking for?" Gabri asked, again.  He never really listened to Ka's answers for Ka always spoke down to him, and in sarcastic tones as well.

"If you paid the slightest bit of attention, instead of goofing off, you'd already know," Ka snarled.  And so, Gabri's question went unanswered.

They walked a far distance until they came to a shed.  It was poorly constructed and rundown.  The door was off its hinges and nothing but dust and grime laid inside.  They entered and found a Gungan standing there with flappy tan ears and eyeballs on antennae.  He had a bill and a long tongue.

"Are you Jedi Master Ka Kamikaze?" he asked, "I have been sent for him."  Ka nodded.

"I am Lum Blimi.  A ship has been sent for you, from the Rebellion." the Gungan told them.  He led them through the thick jungle and there before them was Y-wing, a mossy yellow color covering it.  Ka boarded and Gabri followed.  In its own little compartment was R2-B5, an astromech droid with yellow coloring as well.  The droid beeped at Gabri and he waved.  Then, he ran inside.

Sitting in the pilot's seat, Ka set a course for

You endor

As they landed on the planet of Endor, they heard the shrill cries of Ewoks.

"We must help them!" Gabri shouted.  Ka left the Y-wing and Gabri followed.  They searched the dense trees until they found a small group-only three-of Ewoks.  They were closed in by a horde of stormtroopers.  A lifeless Ewok body lay beside them.  They were whimpering and cowering like small children.  Ka stayed back but  Gabri leaped out of the underbrush.  He had always questioned himself of who was truly the defenders of the galaxy: Jedi or Sith.  But seeing those Ewoks, and seeing the motionless body, he knew it was the Jedi.  They were the great ones, the ones who helped the harsh worlds.  As he attacked the stormtroopers, he knew he was a Jedi.  And a loyal one at that.