You are Florian, a sheepish, mild-mannered 11 year old boy from the small cape town of Cabo Poco in the Paldea region, and your only goal this evening is to get to the non-descript colored academy over in the city of Mesagoza posthaste, lest the developers seethe at the prospect of you doing whatever it is you want in this allegedly new, progressive open world.

"Alrighty then, you take care now! Be sure to watch out for the cucuy!" you recall your mama's parting words of wisdom as you headed out into the wild yonder, dressed like the biggest bulliable idiot imaginable, the kind that no nefarious hellion could even dare to ignore.

"Hello there," you also recall your greatly overworked papa, Larry, shambling into the same memory and standing next to mama, sighing throughout. "It's me, your dad, Larry. I had no say in the matter, and I ran out of PTO three years ago. Take care, I suppose."

What could possibly go wrong?

>You are traveling with your pet...
A) Hawlucha
B) Flamigo
C) Squawkabilly

>[The first to reply decides]