Five [Action + Audio]

[brbpouncingyou]

[[Hunter was outside for a morning jog when the storm hit. Specifically, the park. Now he's running all the way home, slipping on his own feet. Even before he gets home, he's muddy, scratched up, and generally miserable looking. He has not been having a good week. With having to deal with newfound emotions, the fire, still being unable to cook, and

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[bukapintu]

...?

[brbpouncingyou]

...

[[om nom delishus silents]]

[bukapintu]

What's up?

[brbpouncingyou]

Not me.

Obviously.

[[Sneeze.]]

[bukapintu]

Yeah, I figured out that part. What's wrong?

[brbpouncingyou]

Everything ever.

I'm cold, wet, muddy, worried, and sick of most of the bullshit around here.