SheltonMultiChara
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It was a warm, sunny day at Colony 1, where the residents
broadly walked and walked to do their business, and chatter flowing through the crowds. It was a day like no other, but Shelton was as tired as a horse, having completed his errands and all, he wanted to kick back and catch some zzz's.
Shelton roamed through his town, watching his residents in a tranquil atmosphere. Which was a sooth for him. He did had bags under his eyes, but he refused to make it well known and out of the obvious.
Shelton turned his torso to the left, and saw a big sale going on. It was a sale on the artifact called the Oasis Gift. Shelton wasn't in the mood to buy merchandise, but he had a feeling that if he had get a hold of this atypical relic, it will be certainly worthwhile.
Shelton bolted to the shop, where the cashier was as haggard as a homeless person: Torn shirt, dirty jacket, puckered face, motionless eyes, and evident of all, his frown.
Shelton cringed a bit after witnessing the hideous scene, but he built a fake smile afterward.
"Hello, how is your day sir?" Shelton began pompously.
"I see you are having a sale. How's it going?"
The man was silent for a split second, but his self proclaimed ego had the best of him. He then replied.
"Sale? Hah! Going well young man! But I am not offing this sale for any money actually, just an advertisement."
Shelton was confused. Who would advertise such a handiwork in his village when it was on sale. It was a fuselage of questions for the youth, but he grew quiet about it.
broadly walked and walked to do their business, and chatter flowing through the crowds. It was a day like no other, but Shelton was as tired as a horse, having completed his errands and all, he wanted to kick back and catch some zzz's.
Shelton roamed through his town, watching his residents in a tranquil atmosphere. Which was a sooth for him. He did had bags under his eyes, but he refused to make it well known and out of the obvious.
Shelton turned his torso to the left, and saw a big sale going on. It was a sale on the artifact called the Oasis Gift. Shelton wasn't in the mood to buy merchandise, but he had a feeling that if he had get a hold of this atypical relic, it will be certainly worthwhile.
Shelton bolted to the shop, where the cashier was as haggard as a homeless person: Torn shirt, dirty jacket, puckered face, motionless eyes, and evident of all, his frown.
Shelton cringed a bit after witnessing the hideous scene, but he built a fake smile afterward.
"Hello, how is your day sir?" Shelton began pompously.
"I see you are having a sale. How's it going?"
The man was silent for a split second, but his self proclaimed ego had the best of him. He then replied.
"Sale? Hah! Going well young man! But I am not offing this sale for any money actually, just an advertisement."
Shelton was confused. Who would advertise such a handiwork in his village when it was on sale. It was a fuselage of questions for the youth, but he grew quiet about it.
