25/03/2025
As Everett stumbled out of the crumbling ruins, he found himself all alone.
“Not again,” he muttered, cursing his insatiable greed for treasure. What he had thought was a trove of riches turned out to be a decrepit cabinet stuffed with moth-eaten socks and a pair of dirty long-johns.
A sudden skittering noise made him freeze, instinctively reaching for his bow. Whatever lurked in the shadows would have to reckon with him. This was his dirty ol’ underwear now, and he wouldn’t let anyone sn**ch away what he had rightfully stolen.
