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Who: Bat, poyos, and whoever happens upon them
What: "storytelling?"
Where: grazing feilds
When: Bat has no real concept of time
Warning: ... it's Bat :|
A lavender haired man paced back and forth out in the field where a good number of farm animals had been grazing. Notably there are no animals in the nearby vicinity of the blood splattered grass and poyos. Bat paced back and forth, hands in fists as he made an attempt at telling stories to keep the stupid creatures silent.
Yet his 'story' sounded far more like ranting as the words were spat and he kicked at a stray severed cow hoof, sending it soaring into one of the poyo's and knocking it spinning backwards a good few yards.
"All because of that woman!!"
What: "storytelling?"
Where: grazing feilds
When: Bat has no real concept of time
Warning: ... it's Bat :|
A lavender haired man paced back and forth out in the field where a good number of farm animals had been grazing. Notably there are no animals in the nearby vicinity of the blood splattered grass and poyos. Bat paced back and forth, hands in fists as he made an attempt at telling stories to keep the stupid creatures silent.
Yet his 'story' sounded far more like ranting as the words were spat and he kicked at a stray severed cow hoof, sending it soaring into one of the poyo's and knocking it spinning backwards a good few yards.
"All because of that woman!!"