eleventh saga [action]
[Ever since being temporarily reverted to his six-year-old self, Thorfinn had been in one of his Little Moods. Even the momentary fun he'd had battling his Thanksgiving turkey only lasted a short time, and it was not long before he was back to sulking in his room and practicing his knife throwing in the backyard.
When he received the notice in the mail, he had ripped it in half and thrown it in the streets. When the two drone boys in uniform had come to ask why he hadn't been showing up to "meetings", he had slammed the door in their faces. He wasn't sure what the town was trying to pull now, but he was sure that he didn't give half a damn about it.
This would perhaps prove to be a mistake.
A few days later, a blonde teenage boy wearing this uniform approaches you as you're about the cross the street...]
Hey! Hey, cool ya jets, pal! You don't wanna go crossin' that street without a stout young man helpin' you along, do ya? It's dangerous, man! Here, take my arm, I'll help ya out!
When he received the notice in the mail, he had ripped it in half and thrown it in the streets. When the two drone boys in uniform had come to ask why he hadn't been showing up to "meetings", he had slammed the door in their faces. He wasn't sure what the town was trying to pull now, but he was sure that he didn't give half a damn about it.
This would perhaps prove to be a mistake.
A few days later, a blonde teenage boy wearing this uniform approaches you as you're about the cross the street...]
Hey! Hey, cool ya jets, pal! You don't wanna go crossin' that street without a stout young man helpin' you along, do ya? It's dangerous, man! Here, take my arm, I'll help ya out!