I kinda hit a bit of a writers block here but I guess this chapter's still ok
This chapter is all in text
Ben: Where are you guys
Ben: Trying to find u
Mike: Honestly, I have no idea
Ben: What-
Chip: We londed on this hueg feld thing
Jawa: I cannot believe that you're literally a teenager and can't spell properly.
Mike: We see a barn up ahead so we're probably going to ask where we are
Erica: Take in your surroundings. About how long is the field? I'm going to try and find it.
Jawa: Wait Erica actually WILLINGLY accepted being in this group chat?
Erica: Yeah, you nitwit, only because we need to regroup.
Mike: Oh, and Alexander keeps complaining about how long this walk is taking.
Erica: And he says he once trekked across the Sahara Desert without stopping. Typical Alexander.
Mike: I'll say we're about in the middle of the field, I don't really know how long it is, that's usually Ben's type of thing.
Erica: Do any of you know where Grandad and Mom are?
Chip: I see them jimping down, just 30 secods after I lend
Jawa: Chip, I suggest you stay away from typing on this group chat and just tell me what you want to say instead.
Jawa: Chip says that he saw them jumping down around 30 seconds after we landed. He says he didn't look long enough to see where they landed.
Mike: By the way, is Ben still there? He's been silent.
Erica: We came by this ice cream shop. I gave him some money to get us each a cone.
Ben: Hey guys! I'm back what'd I miss?
Ben: Mm this ice cream tastes good after that catastrophe.
Mike: Hey, no fair! Where's my ice cream- wait did you say catastrophe?
Ben: er- forget I said anything
Mike: Come on tell us!
Ben: No
Mike: Fine I'll make you tell once you find us
Jawa: So I estimated about how long the field is- probably about a thousand miles
Ben: Wow that's a long field.
Erica: Are there any crops?
Mike: idk there are things that look like wheat although I'm not sure they're wheat at all.
Mike: Other that it's just grass
Mike: Who owns this entire field? Like what would you do with it?
1 hour later:
Erica: So there are a couple of fields that you might be on: [Classified], [Classified], or [Classified]
Jawa: I'll tell you which one we're at once we reach the barn
Jawa: I estimate that we have about an hours walk left. Probably two hours cause Alexander keeps stopping.
Mike: We got so bored of waiting for Alexander to keep going that Chip literally did a cartwheel
Ben: No way seriously? Chip you gotta show us once we find you
Jawa: Chip says no
Ben: Really Chip?
Jawa: Chip says why can't we just send a picture of the field over
Erica: Then it would be easier for Croatoan to find you. For all we know they might be looking at these texts right now
Jawa: Chip says then wouldn't they be tracking our phones? Wait Chip is actually making some sense for once.
Chip: Gee thaks
Jawa: I thought I told you not to do that
2 hours later
Mike: So we made it to the barn, there seems to be a bunch of horses and cows, but we don't see anyone
Chip: Yeah Mike's right
Jawa: Since when did you learn how to spell
Mike: I just looked at his phone he's using autocorrect
Chip: No I'm not
Jawa: There's no point in hiding it anymore Chip
Erica: Get back on the topic idiots
Jawa: right
Erica: Is there a sign of any sort?
Mike: Oh I think I see one...its a rusty old sign that says something like Bink Bumpy farms
Ben: Bink Bumpy farms????? I'm seriously trying to contain my laughter here
Chip: No you idiot it says Pinky's Impy farms
Jawa: You're both idiots it literally says Binky's Horse and Cattle Farm.
Jawa: Except a lot of it is misspelled.
Mike: Oh I sorta see it now
Erica: You're in the edge of Indiana
Chip: Where?
Jawa: There's no point in trying to explain
Chip: Hey!
Ben: We rented a car
Erica: Just stay put for about an hour
Mike: K
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