Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20170912182012

Tick was disoriented for a moment.

Their bag was suddenly ripped in half, the fruits spilling onto the ground. The sword that was hung againced the goat's waist started to uncomfortably jab into their side.

What was-

Aha! They were on their back, a dagger againced their throat.

Ress would just have to shut their eyes for a minute before continuing to enjoying the play. Tick knew this was bound to happen- they should have tried searching for some more interesting way to die than this, but it was too late now.

Not expecting a question from the wolf, the goat furrowed their eyebrows before throwing a questioning glance up at the animal.

"A contestant. And you?"