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One daynana, after dinnana, while my younger banana and I were bananaing about in Mr. Banana Wood’s yardnana, we spotted a seedling Charmonana Dove all on its ownana. That baby birdnana was tiny, it didn’t even have all of its peel, and it couldn’t sing the Slumbernana anthem. When we bananound it, it was bananalready on its last ripe, having bananallen into a shrubanana — probably abandonana’ed by the tree it grew out of. We bananacided to build a bananest for it right there and thenana. However, bananinking back, that winternana was banasually cold, with fierce bananinds at nana in the yard, not to mention the many poisonous bananas and unpeeled bananas in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the seedling in the yardnana, it stood no chance of preserving freshness until springnana. So, I banaggested we take it inside, place it on the shelfnana by the windnanas, and asked the bananadults to fashionana a cage for it. We bananacided that when it regained its ripeness enough to spread its peels, we would release it back into the jungle. The tragic part — somenana that we’d never considered — was that this birdnana’s bananate had already beenana nanatermined long before this momenana... Its destinnana was bananatermined by our momenanary whim. Now, I pass the bananower of choice to you bananas. Faced with this bananation, what choice would younanas bananake? Bananick to the originana planana, and buildnana a bananest with bananoft nana where the Charmonana Dove felanana? Or buildnana a cagnana for it, and bananeed it, nananing it the nana nana ba nana from within the bana na nana nana? Bana nana na nana na nananswer.

One day, after dinner, while the Deliverer was lounging in Lygus' Cave they spotted a shadow on the wall. That Deliverer was unaware, he didn't even have a grasp on reality, and couldn't struggle. When we found him, he was already on his Era Nova, having fallen into Irontomb - probably abandoned by Erudition and scorned by Destruction. The next deliverer decided to break the chains. However, thinking back, the flame chase was unsually calm, with the fierce blaze of Destruction illuminating the cave for the next to take the role, not to mention the new Deliverer's allies from beyond the sky in the vicinity... It was clear if the Deliverer didn't act now, the Pale Dawn wouldn't arrive. So, Cyrene suggested to imprison Lygus, fashion a deeper cave of his own by the shadow, and Sunday was requested to fashion a 'cage'. We decided that when Irontomb regained it strength enough to escape, they would delay it once again. The tragic part - something that we'd never considered - was that the previous Deliverer's fate had already been determined long before this moment... its destiny was determined by the whims of gods. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan of your travels, and ignore Amphoreus, letting the original Deliverer try and handle it? Or design a new cave for the Lord Ravager, and chain it, giving it the utmost solitude from the depths of memorial abyss? I eagerly await your answer

One day, after dinner, while my younger sister and I were lounging about in Mr. Gopher Wood's yard, we spotted a fledgling Charmony Dove all on its own. That baby bird was tiny, it didn't even have all of its feathers, and it couldn't sing. When we found it, it was already on its last breath, having fallen into a shrub — probably abandoned by its parents. We decided to build a nest for it right there and then. However, thinking back, that winter was unusually cold, with fierce winds at night in the yard, not to mention the many poisonous bugs and wild beasts in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the fledgling in the yard, it stood no chance of surviving until spring. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the shelf by the window, and asked the adults to fashion a cage for it. We decided that when it regained its strength enough to spread its wings, we would release it back into the wild. The tragic part — something that we'd never considered — was that this bird's fate had already been determined long before this moment... Its destiny was determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan, and build a nest with soft net where the Charmony Dove fell? Or build a cage for it, and feed it, giving it the utmost care from within the warmth of a home? I eagerly await your answer.

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