12-02-2019, 10:20 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica; color: #140D32;"]Welp, Lemy was bored. Nothing new, but one could only wander the territory so many times before it became obvious that there was nothing to do. Oh well, Lemy would have to make his own fun. Any party games he may have thought of instantly died the moment he realized the Elysium was comprised of shut-ins. (At least, they were shut-ins in his not-so-humble opinion.)
Then, he had the idea of a lifetime! It was snowy, it was cold, he didn't want to make an ugly snowman, so he should go sledding! So, he grabbed some wood that had been laying around and fashioned himself a bootleg sled. It was terrible; it looked like it had been through a woodchipper but it was his and if it killed him then so be it.
After he finished, he began lugging it up the nearest hill that was less likely to lead him into a rock or a tree. It was a painstaking process and he was almost done when he tripped. Oh no, he careened forward, landing half-way on, half-way off the sled as it began barrelling down the hill. On a particularly rocky bump, Lemy slid off the sled and began rolling down the hill like a sad little slinky toy. (He was 100% sure his bones were not supposed to do that, by the way.) Finally, he hit the bottom in a dazed heap. He floundered around to stand up when his sled brained him. Lemy fell again.
He laid there for a few moments, staring at the white snow that was melting into his eyes. "...'m 'kay..." he slurred to no one in particular, stumbling to his paws. Wowie, he couldn't really see straight. It felt like he was a hammer away from having a few broken bones too. He squinted as he tried to reorient himself, shuffling over to his sled. "Anyone here? Wanna sled? 's fun!" Lemy called out, pretending like he wasn't limping and nursing a spotty vision.
Then, he had the idea of a lifetime! It was snowy, it was cold, he didn't want to make an ugly snowman, so he should go sledding! So, he grabbed some wood that had been laying around and fashioned himself a bootleg sled. It was terrible; it looked like it had been through a woodchipper but it was his and if it killed him then so be it.
After he finished, he began lugging it up the nearest hill that was less likely to lead him into a rock or a tree. It was a painstaking process and he was almost done when he tripped. Oh no, he careened forward, landing half-way on, half-way off the sled as it began barrelling down the hill. On a particularly rocky bump, Lemy slid off the sled and began rolling down the hill like a sad little slinky toy. (He was 100% sure his bones were not supposed to do that, by the way.) Finally, he hit the bottom in a dazed heap. He floundered around to stand up when his sled brained him. Lemy fell again.
He laid there for a few moments, staring at the white snow that was melting into his eyes. "...'m 'kay..." he slurred to no one in particular, stumbling to his paws. Wowie, he couldn't really see straight. It felt like he was a hammer away from having a few broken bones too. He squinted as he tried to reorient himself, shuffling over to his sled. "Anyone here? Wanna sled? 's fun!" Lemy called out, pretending like he wasn't limping and nursing a spotty vision.