[ Hi hello the Hickster is here, covered in dirt and scratches from his bush adventure—and the subsequent pouting he did, lying in the mud staring up at the storm like maybe the rain would do anything to cleanse his pride.
IT DIDN'T WORK. There's still a couple leaves in his hair as he brings up the rear of the group. At least he still has his knife. How much good that will do against this bloody gate is debatable, but his luck has to turn around soon, doesn't it? ]
Anyone have any ideas for what we're meant to do with this?
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IT DIDN'T WORK. There's still a couple leaves in his hair as he brings up the rear of the group. At least he still has his knife. How much good that will do against this bloody gate is debatable, but his luck has to turn around soon, doesn't it? ]
Anyone have any ideas for what we're meant to do with this?