Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27810594-20160419223331/@comment-27652981-20160420113033

Once I was camped in the Lonelands, I'd set up a tent, a camp fire and tied my pony up nearby. Then the pony bolted, ran though the campfire and burnt to death. That was a sad, sad day.


 * Weeps silently as my marshmallow slowly chars over the fire*