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[h1]Survival[/h1][/center]
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[b]"Come on... Come on... Spit it out already..."[/b] Robert groaned as he continued to stand by the vending machine he had inserted his loose change into. [i]Eight minutes ago![/i] Survival class would be starting in just a couple minutes and he was still standing by the lien eating machine which had stolen his hard earned money. When the candy bar inside had first been pushed against the glass and decided it didn't want to follow the silly laws set in place by gravity, the boy had sworn to the highest powers of this land that he would not leave until that snack was in his stomach. Now that the late bell was fast approaching with its ringing announcement that anyone not sitting down would be marked tardy, he was regretting his decision. There wasn't enough time. He had to leave now.

With one last frustrated kick to the large rectangular box, Robert grabbed his belongings and he took off down the hallway at speeds that would make some members of the track team look like snail faunas. Seconds after, the vending machine would let out a [i]klunk[/i] as the candy bar finally slid down to the bottom, letting anyone who checked to discover a free snack for themselves.

When the redheaded student finally arrived in class, he'd take the first seat he saw open. Evidently, there were some greedy people in Ms. Nuit's Survival class as his desk appeared cupcake-less. Most likely some nameless random that wasn't important at all to the world with the exception of giving the young huntsman-in-training a bigger headache. There would be no time to dwell on that though as he'd only arrived in time for Ms. Nuit to lead them out of class.

Once she had explained what this large auditorium-like room was for, Robert had to use all of his self-control to not start shaking with excitement. It was just like a training room right out of the comics he often spent his free time and remaining lien reading every night. This was amazing! He couldn't help but wonder just how many different simulations this thing had stored in its databanks. He'd soon find out what one them was though as the entire class found themselves transported to the deck of a large sinking ship. It was good that he at least knew how to swim.

While everyone else was worried about their own survival, Robert couldn't help but geek out and bend down to inspect the ship. It all looked so real. He pressed his hand against it and, sure enough, the textures felt genuine. As he tried to think of another sense he could test the simulation on, a large wave hit the side of the ship and caused water to spray right into his face. [b]"Yep, that definitely tastes salty. Oh right, we're supposed to be getting off,"[/b] he said to himself before checking his surroundings and seeing what everyone else was doing.

[b]"Oh, boats. That should make this easy, I thought we'd have to swim all the way there,"[/b] Robert commented as he ran over to life boats that most people were gathering around. Of course anyone that knew him well enough would know that the bespectacled student had just set himself up for failure. Almost as soon as he had finished his sentence, one of the Grimm slashed at the cables that had held the supply crates the simulated ship was ferrying across the fake sea. The boxes now began to tumble all across the deck, mostly falling overboard and harmlessly sinking to the depths below. Except one. Blindsiding Robert, the crate began to take him for a ride toward the opposite end of the ship. Soon a loud splash would accompany his fall over the railing.