02-25-2018, 11:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-25-2018, 11:41 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Sadly the torch was not passed intact. It still lights up but it is broken. Perhaps it was sent that way.
The torch bearer now rests peacefully upon a file cabinet at work for now. I’m tempted to forward him to Legbone, to return him to the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow, to send him home. But he may just stay where he is now. He’s made a friend - a white tiger stuffy one of my masters gave me years ago.
The torch bearer now rests peacefully upon a file cabinet at work for now. I’m tempted to forward him to Legbone, to return him to the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow, to send him home. But he may just stay where he is now. He’s made a friend - a white tiger stuffy one of my masters gave me years ago.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse