YOU'RE A NUB!!!!

that. was sick...

on the eve of a familiar but somber morning. A morning where the air instills a heavy nature, where every breath feels earned and time stands as still as a cavernous lake. The wind blows furiously as our protagonist makes it over the final hurdle on a long a lonely journey. Most of his equipment lay at the bottom hidden away, for it was far to heavy to carry all the way to the top. It was a very long climb after all. "Just a few more feet", he thought. One after another the steady clang of his axe digging into the rockface. The town standing near barren on the top of a wasteland plateu. To some, a pile of sheet metal, bars, wood, and mud, filled with the poor souls who scratch away at a living. To Snoob, It was home.----------------------to be continued.lol

Werd

HOLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SHINKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!