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// 2 
// Story: CYOA: Next in Line 
// by David Silver 
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You wait patiently, watching with amusement as Derpy frantically flaps her wings, sending papers flying in all directions. The unfinished stone floor of the hall is soon littered with scattered documents.

Other visitors in line chuckle and murmur as the clumsy pegasus fumbles about, her hooves slipping on the forms. You notice the pudgy little pony has cute, wall-eyed gold irises barely visible behind oversized glasses that keep sliding down her snout.

After a few minutes of chaos, Derpy finally recovers the specific paper she needs and pops back into her seat with an accomplished grin.

"Sorry about that!" She adjusts her askew glasses and tidies the mess of rainbow hair poking out from her nurse's cap. "Now, let me just find where we were..."

Derpy clears her throat and smooths out the crumpled paper, squinting at the tiny text. "First question! It's an important one. Were you, by any chance, recently hit by a large moving vehicle resembling a truck?"

She peers up at you expectantly through her thick lenses. In the bright sunlight streaming through the windows, you notice a faint scar above her left eyebrow.

You ponder the odd question. Why would she need to know if you were struck by a truck? Does it have something to do with how you arrived in this world?

As Derpy awaits your response, you hear murmuring from others behind you, also curious about the nature of the inquiry. You open your mouth to answer...

You answer:
1) Yes
2) No
3) Patience lost, rawr!