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i stalked through the woods, blahaj in one hand, trap in the other. i've been following her trail for days. she must have caught on to me early on because i kept stumbling into traps laid out by her.
first they were quite simple, just a wood stick trap here and a snare there, but then they got more elaborate.
things started escalating quickly, until one day i found a wooden replica of a South Dakota-class battleship with her at the helm. i stood upon the beach, ready for her assault, and as i dodged projectile after projectile, i could see her growing weary. now was my chance.
using a breaching charge i easily punctured the hull, and got into her ship, but i realised that i was played for a fool, what i thought was her at the helm was just another wooden replica. drat. next time, i'll get her for sure.
the hunt continues.