Health:100
Stamina:55
Inventory: Stopwatch
Status: Tired as heck
Class: 3rd
"Whew," I said, as I put my hands on my knees, and drew deep breaths. I checked my stopwatch and groaned. 55.45 secs. My coach wanted me to run the track under 45 secs. By tomorrow. My coach yelled at me, But I didn't care, I only cared about not hyperventilating. Then he yelled some more, and then some more. I turned around to yell back, only to see him sweating, and the look of horror on his face. I
ran...
walked up to him, and he told me that the ship had a blip on the sonar. I asked him why he was so scared. He turned to me and Looked at me over his sunglasses. "The blip is moving at speeds of over 100mph," he said, in all seriousness. Then a deckhand came down and told us that it was a missile. I paled. In the year 2050, missiles could blow a hole in the sun, and then some. But the sailor caught my eye and said, "It's a small missile, but still deadly," then he tossed me a lifejacket, and threw one at coach in disgust. Nobody likes coach, he's mean, and heartless. "Well, any other orders from the captain, like a permit to send us under dec-," I started to say, but a loud boom and the rocking of the ship stopped me. I got even more paled. If possible.
Health:100
Stamina:55
Inventory: Stopwatch, lifejacket
Status: Scared out of my wits
Class:3rd
Ship has now been hit by the missile!
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