Chaotic Neutral Human Cleric (2nd Level)
WormHe froze, hand on the handle of the door, pausing. Why was he here again. He shook his head and walked back through the apartment to his desk. It had been one of those moments where you found yourself standing somewhere with no memory of what your intentions might have been. He was a little distracted of late.Worm by JaetteTroll
He sat down at the wooden desk and idly ran his fingers around and over the keys of the typewriter. It was a shame that he had nothing to write about. He pursed his lips and nodded to himself, looking around at the whitewashed walls, the simple furniture of dark wood.
He shook his head again, the same tic. Of course he did! He was going to write about the neighbours. What a thing to forget. What odd people. Monstrous, really. The readers lapped up the exotic though, these days.
He sat down at the typewriter and reached for a sheaf of paper. He glanced at the typewriter and saw that there was already a sheet there. With writing on it, no less. He leaned over the desk an