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Or read this story. I was a red Fasoro in the bushes, looking for FIRE. Then someone grabbed told me I’m her pet. Wasn’t sure about that. But she was pretty likeable. I’m not scared to explore the life in the hands of someone. Or am I? Suddenly, I paid a visit to the Operations Portal pandas took me to their habitat. I became a Panda Fasoro in honour of the pandas. The owner did not comment about it, but I think I won’t wear another costume anytime soon.
***EMBERWOLF WISHLIST***
1a. Access to MaraMail. No? Go to 1b.
1b. Access to MaraTalk. No? Go to 1c.
1c. A phone. No? Go to 1d.
1d. A box of tissues because life is horrible.
2. A sturdy staff.
3. Cereal. Sometimes I wonder why the life cycle is so crazy. One minute you’re hiding in the bushes, searching for peaches, the next minute you’re created picked up by a person you can trust. It’s not easy. First, you have to check their charisma. A 0 means no one likes them. A 100 means they have NO enemies. Second, you have to check how much they love you. Everybody likes a pretty gal. But sometimes that pretty gal loves to eat foxes (or Fasoros, if you speak Marapets). Third, you have to check if they do things the right way. Gold-digger or a poor slave? How about gold-digger turned INTO a poor slave? Lastly, you have to check the most important thing in the world…do YOU like them back? Check, check, check. Fasoros are known to be shy. But I’m Emberwolf because I’m secretly a wolf who breathes fire my family named me that. Nice to meet you. Any friend of my owner is a friend of mine.