you just stand there. nothing was ever going to happen to you. although, you are never right. your eyes look around the dreary terrian. no one. nothing. your legs start moving, and as you travel around, your nostrils take up a scent. the scent of fear. fear has come upon you. your first instinct is to bolt, and so you do. legs pound against the grass, ripping it up along your way. what was that? your mind races. that fear will disable you from doing lots. that fear was only your fear itself. what was it? that's for you to decide. updates 10.7.03; TR is started. [ guidelines | ranked | reproduction | gather | devil's setbacks | loot | fight | homes | ooc | sister sites | promote us | advertise | mainpage ]