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Welcome to Cheese Survival. Here, you will reveal many secrets of the history of the minigame of survivor. We go way back when fraises nor customizations existed. Somewhere around early 2012. I am a witness of the goddess shamans bestowing upon me to save Transformice. This is my story.

Prolouge (Beth's POV):
Time: 5-15-12; my account's first month anniversary. A glint of wood was seen with a cheese awaiting a mouse's capture. Me, myself, had no idea how to get on the top. My black tunneled eyes glittered as I blinked them. A shaman was helping us get to the platform. A few mice paced back and forth. Before he spawned a plank with a yellow nail which was the last, several rushing mice came towards the plank. This shaman despawned the plank and those rushers plumetted to their death, only left with a shower of bubbles from the bottom. A few new mice gasped at the bubbles. By the time the shaman was done, the shower of bubbles stopped. I sprinted with all of my might, but several mice kept pushing against me. Then, all I could see was blackness and a few shouts towards me. I heard one say that I need space. I was right. But that didn't last very long, because for some strange reason, I floated, without consciousness.
"Look! Bethdacat is floating!"
"Hacker!"
"Ban the noob!"
They were wrong, because I floated out of the room and into the heavens. I landed with a soft thud on a puffy cloud. I looked at the back of me and saw wings. Other mice didn't have wings, I thought. Then without further ado, a shaman with long pretty wings and golden hair swirling in the wind appeared on another cloud.
"We need you," was all she could say on that night.
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That's about it for the presentation. Be sure to look out for more chapters. (I'm sure someone's going to critisize me again X'D)