"Wha... where am i? Why am I so... stiff? I feel wooden... Oh my gods, i am wooden! I need to call for help!"
This is why i can never be trusted. I sit down, set up Tim's entire scene with his busy painting on a desk... and then my brain goes "hey what if i was a artist mannequin rather than a toy soldier?" and then before i consciously realize it im suddenly a wooden doll on his desk.
Toy Soldier Kelsey
2024-06-27 13:46:18 +0000 UTCTim Organo
2024-06-27 13:18:09 +0000 UTCToy Soldier Kelsey
2024-06-26 19:46:00 +0000 UTCThea Inanimate
2024-06-26 19:45:39 +0000 UTC