Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35836714-20180812121305/@comment-27950421-20180908045623


 * the next^3 day

I once again hear a knock on the door.

I groan as I get off the couch, "Is this shit gonna be a daily thing or something?"

I open the door to find not door to door preacher for a perverted god from another existence but a older Salamander with a group of very young lizardman and salamander children, all dressed in sashed uniforms complete with merit badges.

The elder Salamander smiles and holds out a clipboard, "Hi! We're with the Junior Mamono Swordswomen. We're selling cookies to help us buy new training gear. Would you like to buy some?"

I take the clipboard and start filling out the order form on it, "Oh yeah sure."

As I hand the clipboard back one the kids points towards my roof, "Is she gonna be ok?"

I step out and look, finding the Dark Valkerie curled up in the fetal position with an expression of grim determination on her face.

I look at the kid and shrug, "Probably not."

With that I walk back inside without a care in the world and promotly return to my spot on the couch.

My dad walks in, "Who was that?"

I shrug, "Sword toting monster girl scouts selling cookies."

He thinks for a moment, "Did you get the chocolate peanut butter?"

I nod, "Yep."

He walks out of the room, "Excellent work."