#1 Derelict Walk, November 11
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apologizeswithpieWhat he had hoped was just dry air or dust caught in his throat, had turned out to be something much worse.
Oh, universe, not like this.
While it was true Gregorith had been trying to come up with some socially acceptable reason to stay in on Saturday, he had not counted on the price he might have to pay for such an excuse. It looked like the universe had provided. But at what cost?
He swallowed painfully, both glad to not be in danger of spreading this to the rest of demonkind, and despairing to be so far from home, now in his darkest hour.
Not like this!
Gregorith, Scourge of the Damned, Master of Level 9, had a cold.
Noooooooooooo
*sniff*cough*whimper*
"Ow."
(ooc: I wasn't certain I wanted to do this so early but I just loved this particular idea too much. My sympathies Mr. Greg, the sore throat was always my least favorite part of the cold cycle.)
Oh, universe, not like this.
While it was true Gregorith had been trying to come up with some socially acceptable reason to stay in on Saturday, he had not counted on the price he might have to pay for such an excuse. It looked like the universe had provided. But at what cost?
He swallowed painfully, both glad to not be in danger of spreading this to the rest of demonkind, and despairing to be so far from home, now in his darkest hour.
Not like this!
Gregorith, Scourge of the Damned, Master of Level 9, had a cold.
Noooooooooooo
*sniff*cough*whimper*
"Ow."
(ooc: I wasn't certain I wanted to do this so early but I just loved this particular idea too much. My sympathies Mr. Greg, the sore throat was always my least favorite part of the cold cycle.)
