REMAINS RPG

Who: Mort and Ezra
Where: Random barbershop not insanely far from the LBJ
What: Running across the dwarf breaking into a barbershop for certain supplies
When: [To Be Determined]

( Barbershop is not a hobby, it's a lifestyle. )

Who: Savannah and Day
Where: Day's office
What: pouring one out for their homie
When: backdated to August 11th, evening

I wouldn't be getting good at getting good at staying calm
Or sitting high and mighty on my broken throne
I wouldn't be cursing God for leaving me here all alone
I wouldn't be stuck between a rock and being stung
( If love was fair )