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[it's an idyllic day in Camp Fuck You Die, the sun is shining, the toucans are singing talking less raucously than usual, and all in all, it's a time to relax and unwind.
One person has decided to do that, and is sleeping comfortably beneath a tree, seemingly dead to the world. The scene could be entirely still and peaceful ...
... were it not for the tree branch slowly slipping its way about his foot. Looks like someone picked the wrong tree.]
((use this for day of the life or whatever if you like ♥ or, you know, just stop Layfon from getting brutalised by fauna. Either is good.))
One person has decided to do that, and is sleeping comfortably beneath a tree, seemingly dead to the world. The scene could be entirely still and peaceful ...
... were it not for the tree branch slowly slipping its way about his foot. Looks like someone picked the wrong tree.]
((use this for day of the life or whatever if you like ♥ or, you know, just stop Layfon from getting brutalised by fauna. Either is good.))