09-21-2015, 04:14 PM
(09-21-2015, 02:35 PM)Umbra Wrote:*there are signs of traps being laid everywhere, some easy to see, some cleverly hidden, someone or something wants its privacy*(09-21-2015, 11:07 AM)Marxon Wrote: *a loud mechanical sounding screech emenates from the forest, a real spine chiller*
-last night-
"Shut up, will ya? I'm trying to clean up your mess!" Umbra continues swabbing up blood, then goes to bed when he finishes.
-present time-
Umbra comes outside with his energy rifle slung over his shoulder by a 'tactical' strap.
"Right. Time to see what's in there."
He walks into the forest.
// I'm in school now, so my replies will be slow...