Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27396384-20170626185452

''Barkey stood on his little pedestal while he ascended to the arena. He could feel fear fluttering as a frantic bird in his chest, flying around, trying to escape the cage that was his ribcage. Panicking, he tried to decide his plan once the minute was up. Should he run? Should he try to retrieve a bag and then run? He didn't know.''