>You continue forward until a BRANCH catches your leg and sends you tumbling forward. You manage to catch yourself with your hands, though you do let out a little yelp of pain upon impact.
>You notice that the BRANCH you tripped over snapped off in the process, and quickly snatch it up and use it to help push yourself back on your feet. That was vaguely convenient, you suppose.
>You approach the SIGN to give it a read, not thinking too much of the text under it. The LABS are pretty important, right? You should probably check this out.
>That can wait. Even more important is the fact that you're presented with BERRY BUSHES. The plump BERRIES are practically begging for you to eat them, and you're happy to oblige. Your empty belly is more than willing to give those luscious little fruits a new home, and your eager mouth is ready to welcome them judging from the flood of saliva suddenly appearing in there.
>You throw caution to the wind and start picking some of the BERRIES, frequently pausing to pop a few into your mouth. They taste so good and refreshing to you that you get a little carried away, turning the event into a full-blown meal instead of a snack.
>You feel AWFULLY CONTENT, and would love nothing more than to stretch out on your back and have a NAP as you digest a little. As much as you're tempted, you instead lean heavily on your WALKING STICK and start to try and survey the WALL, looking for any sort of OPENING.
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>You notice that the BRANCH you tripped over snapped off in the process, and quickly snatch it up and use it to help push yourself back on your feet. That was vaguely convenient, you suppose.
>You approach the SIGN to give it a read, not thinking too much of the text under it. The LABS are pretty important, right? You should probably check this out.
>That can wait. Even more important is the fact that you're presented with BERRY BUSHES. The plump BERRIES are practically begging for you to eat them, and you're happy to oblige. Your empty belly is more than willing to give those luscious little fruits a new home, and your eager mouth is ready to welcome them judging from the flood of saliva suddenly appearing in there.
>You throw caution to the wind and start picking some of the BERRIES, frequently pausing to pop a few into your mouth. They taste so good and refreshing to you that you get a little carried away, turning the event into a full-blown meal instead of a snack.
>You feel AWFULLY CONTENT, and would love nothing more than to stretch out on your back and have a NAP as you digest a little. As much as you're tempted, you instead lean heavily on your WALKING STICK and start to try and survey the WALL, looking for any sort of OPENING.