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Guy Crood ([personal profile] acroodawakening) wrote in [community profile] piper90 2021-01-12 12:48 am (UTC)

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Ooh, ooh! I love these. Question games.

[Guy is apparently very sick all of a sudden. It's not like "blargh, I'm dying of plague," more like he's been hit with many different colds at once. Due to a dearth of tissues, he snagged a whole toilet paper roll to just keep blowing his nose on.]

I have to do mine locked though because intelligence-wise I'm aiming for something in the range of a low log, maybe a very high rock? In terms of how smart Jorgmund thinks I am.

My name's Guy. Guy Crood. I'm from a planet that's in its stone age. I used to fight in death matches in another nightmare future, but I'd prefer to be known for things like my storytelling, sharp wit, or the fact I invented shoes - or at least thought them up the same time other people did. No powers as of yet but I'm not sure if I just need to figure them out.

[He nods his head slightly.]

I found out recently - before I was in the other place, anyway - that my world discovered agriculture, so that's pretty cool.

[He sneezes and blows his nose on more toilet paper.]

Ignore the cold. Apparently I'm not, in fact, dying, even though this is what dying looks like back home. New world, new germs, and unlike the last world I was in, they can't vaccinate against the more minor stuff here. So they said I'm going to probably get all the colds. Every cold. Until I build some immunity. Like little kids apparently do.

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