The twenty first trial: Ginger

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You walk straight into the cockpit of some kind of space-faring vessel! It's legitimately impossible to tell how big said vessel is, or really, anything about it at all — even the decor is a bland, blank magnolia.

In the middle of the cockpit is a fancy sci-fi table-like console, surrounded by enough comfortable captain's chairs, in your team's color, for everyone to have a seat.

Comments

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… Eh? Ehhh? No one, really?

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That's probably gonna change now ...

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But! More importantly! What's my next move?

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Attacking Dusk twice in a row is probably mean.

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[ ... ]

[bluediligence]

Oh well!