« on: November 03, 2023, 05:22:06 AM »
Upon a tree in outskirts during late hours, the decayed creature Bartholomos walked forward to place a message, written on black rotten, hardened and old, human skin. With a single precise strike on a nail, he secured it in place.
The bloodied hand seems odd, as if whatever created it was wearing a leathery glove to paint it.
« Last Edit: November 03, 2023, 11:01:27 AM by Security Badger »
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Courage is being completely paralyzed with fear and taking the first step anyway.
