The story of the rival SMP

The Amputation

"That's...that's not good at all. Oh god." Plazma said, feeling like they are going to be sick "Wait! I think I know someone that's good with this stuff." Plazma said, sounding like they are gagging as they talk so they look away. "

Can you stand or walk?" Plazma asked the tall ram. The ram shrugs "Oh, ok then. Can you try? If you can't, I could try to help you walk," Plazma said, trying to seem calm. "Can you let me help you?" Plazma asked as they took a step closer to the tall ram

The ram tried to stand but no use it hurt to much and you could even see the bone of their fur covered leg

"That's ... not.. Good at all. Oh god." plazma said, sounding a little sick to their stomach, "You're definitely gonna have to amputate that leg. God" Plazma said sounding very worried

"Wait.. WHAT?!" the ram said, sounding scared, they didn't want their leg chopped off.

And so the process began...

As the young ram felt their whole body become numb, they laid back and closed their eyes, a sudden feeling of sleep overcoming them. They sighed and rested their hands on their chest, letting the process happen.

Reluctantly, Plazma took out a pair of scissors and started the process of the amputation, cutting off extra strands of meat. They noticed that most of the bone was already gone from the bear trap, but they decided to saw off the rest of it.

Afterwards, they put it all in a recyclable sack and threw it to the side, letting it go to nature. They got out a medical needle and thread and began to sew the bottom flap of skin and meat to the main leg.

"Ow!" The ram suddenly gasped. Plazma's eyes widened and they stopped. "What?!" Plazma asks, about to take out the stitches. "A stick stabbed me in the back," The goat sat up and threw away the stick, lying back down after.

"You scared me..." Plazma glares at them and continues stitching.

After only about 30 minutes, the stitch was done. Plazma went over to the freezing river and rinsed the blood off their hands and arms, along with the saw and other items.

"Thanks," The ram says, sitting up. "How am I supposed to walk though?" They asked, looking at their bandaged and amputated leg. "Well, first I need to know your name," Plazma smiled. "I'm Plazma."

The ram looked at them skeptically and sat cross-legged, or, at least as much as they could do so.

"Quinikin... Thank you, Plazma," Quinikin responds, smiling gently. Plazma puts their bag in the canoe and goes over to Quinikin, holding their hand out.

"C'mon, I'm looking for new land, I can't leave you here alone," Plazma smiles and Quin takes their hand, leaning on them for support.

They both go into the canoe and Plazma uses the paddle to push them back into the water.

And the adventure begins again...
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