You choose... 2
You opt for the second choice, and as you make your decision, a blinding burst of light envelops you. When the radiance recedes, you find yourself standing in a vast, sun-kissed field, surrounded by lush, emerald-green grass. Panic courses through your veins as you suddenly realize that you've undergone a startling transformation. Your legs are now sturdy hooves, a tail sways behind you, and beneath your gaze, you spot a perplexing udder. You've unmistakably transformed into a Miltank, a Pokémon.
Desperate to vocalize your distress, you open your mouth, but instead of your voice, only a melodic "mil...Mil...Miltank!" escapes your lips. It's a bewildering sensation, this new way of communicating.
With each uncertain step you take, a curious sensation ripples through you. It's the rhythmic sway of milk sloshing within your bovine body, moving with each waddle. As you draw nearer to the other Miltanks grazing in the meadow, their presence begins to influence your thoughts and instincts. It's as if their collective consciousness is subtly seeping into your mind, reshaping your very essence.
Terrified by this loss of control, you summon all your willpower to resist this eerie transformation. But just as you start to push back against the overwhelming influence of the Miltank herd, a figure in farm attire suddenly appears. With a reassuring gesture, they gently lead you away from the bewildering field, guiding you towards an unknown destination.
Where do you end up going?:
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