(hehe....do you have cats?)

I look around for a familiar person or character

(Yeah, but they left him alone)

It's still raining, so there's no one out. This isn't New York, where people-

Oh! Was that Peter Quinn again?

(huh...might've felt safer in the cage and decided...NOPE CAGE IS SAFE)



okay he's following me i felt very uncomftable. I took out my umbrella to use and also as a possible weapon

He's gone.

He went into a clock shop.

Hmm...

You never knew one existed here.

At least you now have a reason to avoid it.

(No offence, but sometimes this gets boring. I'll still do it, but it getting repetitive. I have to fix the hidden plot or something....)

(Of just toss random crap into this....thats what i do.*Learning how to be a DM!* i guess it's the same thing)

I quickly jog in the opposite direction of the clock shop

You run into a cloaked person and fall over.

(Stupid die!)

(ahh *Rolls D20*....and this life i guess)


"Again?" i ask myself bringing myself up glaring at the cloaked person in my now wet clothes

"Wha-" the cloaked person said. "Who- You're one of the 'players', right?"

"yeah" i said a bit pissed.I got up and wrung out my clothes to the best of my ability.

He quickly runs away. You notice a glint of a knife in his cloak. What???