Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20181021190323/@comment-27344811-20181024013328

(Okay well uh the other people are taking their Time l-let’s just start.)

Wind drifts through Dirtmouth, the fading town. Standing behind a bench is the Elderbug, clutching a flower in his hand. He’s waiting, like he has for the last ten years...