"Fortnite. Specialist's Journal. Gamertag: Vivacaligula. Round 92.
Last Nite got second place.
Llama died on us.
He carried me through the valley.
That motion.
Feels like hanging off a merry go round and with your friends clinging to the rails.
I shot 2 players on his back.
We rode homeward with our war loot.
He brought us to Wonkeeland.
Like kids climbing a tree, I rode up the roof. From the top I saw over the summits.
It was quiet.
I thought, Llama doesn't take fall damage.
The wind felt just right.
Just like letting go of a swing
I lifted Llama into the air
Not once did he steer away
He exploded into a cloud of pink and yellow confetti.
"Llama!" the Specialist cried.
I took no damage from the fall.
Now my mind turns to the herds of Llama
Breeding and waiting.
A farm of them.
Dozens.
Even more than that.
Thanks for reading :)
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