Go ahead and imagine, if you will, traveling throughout the nation, with nothing but a ragtag group of pet animals to accompany you.
Enduringly, you travel through snow and rain, desert and forest, countryside and city, night and day.
Never giving up, always on the go, seeking out that next adventure, that next big challenge.
Going on, one day you enter a lonely, dreary town with a sole tower, a memorial to those that have lost their lives.
And you hear the tower is haunted, so you decide to climb it. Before climbing, though, you set up camp at its base for the night, planning to start your way in the morning.
Right about the middle of the night, you awaken to something cold and wet rubbing against your face. You open your eyes only to find out... this thing has licked you.
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