[ti]private[/ti]shaken like a rat

Pace, on the other hand, did hang out on the Surge Steppes. The very air here was electric, sent shivers down the back of his neck - it was like living in a power plant or something. Maybe it was something about him choosing Kindler - maybe that link between the burning of fire and the burning of electricity united him with this place, somehow.

Either way, it was fun to explore - and the Mareep at his side obviously felt the same way, with his wool so fully-charged he looked like he'd needed to be shorn about two years ago.

Like a jogger who had decided to go for a run in Chernobyl, Pace had taken a brisk walk through this strange, zappy place; and to his surprise had noticed, in the distance, someone else.

"Howdy!" He greets, always as jolly as he is American, coming up behind the other player with confidence. After all, this wasn't the real world, where you had to be careful wandering up to strangers that you didn't seem like a weirdo, this was just some game. If Pace really screwed things up and looked insane, he could just block him or something.

"You guys lost? I come round here all the time"

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