08-26-2018, 10:06 PM
( hello, your local wine merchant is making his rounds again.)
When it really came down to it, Matt really wished with all of his might that the next place that he was selling his wares to didn’t exist. There was no amount of sane notion to convince him otherwise, but here he was deciding between moral restraint and madness. In the mist covered plains, he could see the haunting white and red striped circus tent, the place was filthy and covered in human interaction, god he hated this place. What he called the madhouse, it was correctly named the berserkers. What he called the places of where humanity’s worst people belonged in one place, hell even the devil himself would have found a home amongst these hellions and freaks. In a place like this, his bat was clearly needed since people here were always looking for a drink, and he always found himself walking towards where there was enough light, and away from any signs of smoke, filth and whatever disgusting other practices that people partook here.
The amount of his wears was double than San Creado, since not that many people drank there. But here, a good fight always ended up with a drink, ranging from the strongest to the most potent, and he wasn’t surprised that is his wine was a prized possession to come across. The demi human shook his head, and sighed rolling his shoulders as he did so still making his trek into the criminal invested area that was the berserkers. There was something disgusting and trivial and insane about this place, something just wrong.
When it really came down to it, Matt really wished with all of his might that the next place that he was selling his wares to didn’t exist. There was no amount of sane notion to convince him otherwise, but here he was deciding between moral restraint and madness. In the mist covered plains, he could see the haunting white and red striped circus tent, the place was filthy and covered in human interaction, god he hated this place. What he called the madhouse, it was correctly named the berserkers. What he called the places of where humanity’s worst people belonged in one place, hell even the devil himself would have found a home amongst these hellions and freaks. In a place like this, his bat was clearly needed since people here were always looking for a drink, and he always found himself walking towards where there was enough light, and away from any signs of smoke, filth and whatever disgusting other practices that people partook here.
The amount of his wears was double than San Creado, since not that many people drank there. But here, a good fight always ended up with a drink, ranging from the strongest to the most potent, and he wasn’t surprised that is his wine was a prized possession to come across. The demi human shook his head, and sighed rolling his shoulders as he did so still making his trek into the criminal invested area that was the berserkers. There was something disgusting and trivial and insane about this place, something just wrong.
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STARCHILD ARE YOU LISTENING?