Bart's pacing had slowed over the lest few minutes, his steps slowing each rotation and his path sending him slightly closer to the dense bog. It was this fortunate pacing which allowed the portly merchant to hear it, the shifting of water under dragged feet and the shambling of movement...
Splssh!
The yellow green water of the bayou burst open, and from it a horror all too common amongst the saltmarsh cordgrass of the Bayou. A skeletal visage peered out from under the decayed remnants of underwater weeds, it's body language showing clear signs of bewildered confusion. It's head...
Sup, I'm Brackish! I'm a 32 year old man, an overnight worker and a free time enjoyer! I've been roleplaying since those cursed dice were shown to me as a kid, and have been play-by-post roleplaying since my early teens.
I like to play dead guys, and have continued that tradition here with my...
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