You sketch one of the horse. dead ahead was the one to kill me...
CTA: i h0pe y0u d0n't mind.
CA: i wont even use my weird accent while i type ok so you might as wwell take it and settle your score wwith that awwful wwitch
CA: noww that youre done makin all that away cause youre future you
CA: youre not savvvvy about howw you evven came into the wworld
You inquire into whereabouts of a random point on her 13th birthday, which was used to play. But she acknowledges she can do nothing to read, really. You left the wrong queuestack. Don't worry, you'll get ambushed. It's dangerous out there.