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[Grounds Filter]
[Between the one who got lost in the desert for forty years and Allen, one would think God would try picking people who had better senses of directions. Especially when the latter not only held poor direction, but much less patience. ]
[Two days now, he had spending several hours a day searching the southern woods for whatever answer supposedly laid there. His search had been rather fruitless aside for an incident in which he learned that bringing snacks with him was a horrible idea if he didn't want to waste hours of precious daylight hiding in trees from wild animals like bears. Overall, he was frustrated. And what more, he was hungry]
[So on the southern edge of the castle grounds, Allen is walking back towards the castle. He is covered in dirt and grass stains- looking tired and honestly rather peeved. Maybe he wasn't ready to give up entirely, but whatever "answer" in the woods could wait until tomorrow when he had a chance to bathe, eat and figure out how much trouble he would get in for punching God in the face for not giving him more specific directions. He'll be muttering to himself, most definitely]
Maybe it was better when God didn't say anything to me...
[Between the one who got lost in the desert for forty years and Allen, one would think God would try picking people who had better senses of directions. Especially when the latter not only held poor direction, but much less patience. ]
[Two days now, he had spending several hours a day searching the southern woods for whatever answer supposedly laid there. His search had been rather fruitless aside for an incident in which he learned that bringing snacks with him was a horrible idea if he didn't want to waste hours of precious daylight hiding in trees from wild animals like bears. Overall, he was frustrated. And what more, he was hungry]
[So on the southern edge of the castle grounds, Allen is walking back towards the castle. He is covered in dirt and grass stains- looking tired and honestly rather peeved. Maybe he wasn't ready to give up entirely, but whatever "answer" in the woods could wait until tomorrow when he had a chance to bathe, eat and figure out how much trouble he would get in for punching God in the face for not giving him more specific directions. He'll be muttering to himself, most definitely]
Maybe it was better when God didn't say anything to me...