*buried in the ground, what's next?* In the Cemetery of Ceme are ghosts.. why is a mystery.

The Snowy Tavern, a Mom owns, her two boys playing a game that involves pebble coins on a table.

He's poor, not money obsessed, not envying, not greedy, not spiteful, not arrogant, not a coward. He's contentful, energetic, enthusiastic, good heart, kind, caring, good morale, ralxing to be with, fun to be around.

*rrmmmm*

*Evening is about, the night is soon to come out; silent walk through the streets, a dash of a run, tonight we go*

*Enjoying the waters often rather fishing or not, it's home besides home.

Part of the sect that cleans uo the mess, rather grim or not. We dress apart of the shadows, rather a quick blend in or nights sweep. Fast, efficient, and professional at our trade. Class rules our eloquency. We're not bores, but highly accomplishing. You get the drift of what I speak..

In another universe where multiple species are able to freely travel from one planet to another following the core wave veins from one to another, ect. (like a translucent whirlpool of blue tint tunnels that protects from the out side space, it is alive of itself and was not made by someone but by the Creator (GOD).) You are traveling on a science nature field trip to one of the planets, out in a tropical full of exotic plants area you hear a giant explosion of some sort and after effect of a force that knocks you down, theres multitudes fleeing the perhaps a crash area?(its unknown to you yet, but you quickly get up)..**(you van pick/make up your species and abilities, has to make sense and coordinates with which planet your from your able to give some details but the storymaker desides the details to follow through with the story, if you really want a difference on something can roll dice up to three time or play tic tak toe or rock paper soccorballs or flip a coin you het the drill)

For your questions, curiosity, ect.. though obviously don't neglect asking in person. Remember if you do allow appropriate time and situation.