Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31401828-20170404201750/@comment-36855838-20190501085708

Ah, another beautiful day in нойтон бороо.

The gentle pitter patter of falling rain drums a steady beat against the awning of various storefronts, whose signage proclaims everything from "we will deep-fry your potion," to "two for one special on anti-acne scrolls!"

I've just returned to нойтон бороо from a long hunting trip in the densely forested mountain range to the west, and while the coastal town is normally quite lively, there is a distinct lack of activity at the moment.

I soon happen upon the cause, a cart has been toppled in the middle of the most well-travelled road in the region, and sure enough, Harold the Heartless is at it again.

"YOU DARED TO PLOT AGAINST ME, i'll make you pay, dearie, I'LL HANG YOU WITH YOUR OWN ENTRAILS!"

Picking up my pace, I approach the two, hiding behind the toppled cart while surveying the increasing collection of other stopped ones.

Harold's nee victim speaks up.

"Help, somebody, anybody, save me, please!"

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Will finish later, wanted to build a solid foundation first.