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Post by bisketheblood on Nov 1, 2006 12:28:38 GMT -5
after miles of walking through the forest, Biske decides to set-up camp, while poking at the fire waiting for his roast muskrat to cook in the fire, he hears the cracking of a twig in the distance. Standing up and turning around thinking to himself that it must be a villager from town down there, as he looks down into a village from a hilltop seeing the light from several windows glow in the night.
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Post by bisketheblood on Nov 2, 2006 13:05:36 GMT -5
*The sound of the fire causing the fully cooked muskrat to snap and sizzle slightly got his attention back and pulled the cooked muskrat off of the make-shift rotisserie. Once he scarfed all of the muskrat down and picked the bones clean he decides to sleep until the morning.*
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Post by bisketheblood on Nov 2, 2006 13:06:52 GMT -5
Waking up after a long nights' sleep, he decides to continue his journey towards the town.
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