Oscare sips just a tad of tea over the paper, a smirk appearing on his face. "Yeah, sure. Five breasts and twin vaginas. A likely story, truth be told." The hunter rumbles, looking out the afternoon window, greeted by the glare of the lowering sun. Oscare lowers the cup to the table in front of him, crumbling up the paper.
"And I have six heads, too. Why doesn't that make it to the paper? Seems like a bunch of people desperate for a story."
"And I have six heads, too. Why doesn't that make it to the paper? Seems like a bunch of people desperate for a story."
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
