Tuesday, November 1, 2011

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After you run like the dickens, you eventually stop and rest for the night. The party creates a bonfire, and you all stare into the flickering flames as though the very weight of the world rests upon each of your shoulders.

Glancing at your companions, you wonder, who exactly are they? All you really know is based on the few interactions you’ve had with them, but you don’t really know much beyond that. You decide to ask them each their back stories so you can understand them better.




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