Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-24108228-20150404090346/@comment-14788207-20150404093900

Name: Shayden

Age: 21

Gender:

Male (Bit obvious if you ask me)

Other: Nomadic, Has a steel shortsword, flint and a steel axe.

Cold. Very cold. I was shivering in my hut. I looked outside. I saw cows and corn. I sneaked over to the cows silently and killed one with 3 swift slices to the neck with my sword. I didn't have a knife so I had to skin the cow with my sword. A cow ran away from me when I walked to it. I snuck up to a second cow. "Slice." It was dead. I skinned the second cow. I hastily ran up to the corn crops and picked the corn plants up by the stalk. I walked to my hut, crops in hand and pieces of cow leather slumped over my shoulder. I placed the crops down and the leather. A bit of time later I created some rope and string. I cut some of the leather off the two big pieces of leather and, with a bit of work, I created a new big backpack. I knew I needed the rope for something. I picked up some of the unwashed cow leather and rapped myself in it. It was warm. I just sat down in the corner of my hut  and attempted to rest once again.