There's me, strolling through the woods I own, minding my business. Sun's streaming through the trees, I'm filled with swag, all the usual stuff.
And then I encounter what looked like some weird homeless guy, huddled and muttering about how it's "Nearly time" or some other weird bullshit. He was wearing what I would guess was random shit he'd found lying around, like a dressing gown and some boots and, when he turned his head slightly, what looked like a conical mask or something.
And then I encounter what looked like some weird homeless guy, huddled and muttering about how it's "Nearly time" or some other weird bullshit. He was wearing what I would guess was random shit he'd found lying around, like a dressing gown and some boots and, when he turned his head slightly, what looked like a conical mask or something.
Well, being the Good Samaritan that I am, I told him I wouldn't let my family find out and pointed him in the direction of an old hut made of sticks that I helped make ages ago, though I have no idea if it's still standing.
He's probably harmless, but I don't think I'm going to go too close to him. I made a point of keeping back a few meters, as he looked pretty tall and fairly strong.
I'm going to keep my word about telling people, though. No one will know as long as he isn't a problem.
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