09-29-2020, 09:44 PM
I GUESS THERE'S A LOT OF
[align=center]STUFF WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT EACHOTHER.
franklin t.p. — the typhoon — coyote pup
It had taken some effort but, Franklin had set up a game for everyone to play. The table his dad had used for mixing drinks had been taken, now laying in the sand. Resting atop it was three shells, all face down. Underneath one laid a small rock, currently unclear. A sign sat beside him, crudely painted in a way only a child could do. "Price: 1 ting important" it read, clear even with the misspellings.
It was a simple game. he would move the shells and if they guessed where the rocks were, they kept their important it. If not, it went to him. He sat, waiting patiently as he hoped for someone to come take an attempt at his game.
It was a simple game. he would move the shells and if they guessed where the rocks were, they kept their important it. If not, it went to him. He sat, waiting patiently as he hoped for someone to come take an attempt at his game.
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
HE/HIM — I'VE GONE FAR — MODERATOR