[PP-F4] Snowy Times (Aoda)

[Rusty 0]

'Where does the snow go exactly? I don't think it has ever stopped snowing here and it never gets warm enough for it to melt so theoretically, by now, this floor should be filled to the brim to the snow. Does the game just melt it or erase it away? Hmm..' These were the sorta of thoughts that passed through Rusty's mind as he peered through the window, seated inside a booth in one of the many inns on the floor. On the table in front of him was wooden cup holding hot chocolate and a wooden bowl with nearly-untouched porridge that had become lukewarm. He had many useless thoughts such as this one since he'd stop venturing past the safe zones, although he had his reasons. Still, he was saddened by the deaths of many people who he had gotten to known. Some of them he would even go as far as to call them friends. He hadn't really met or seen anyone since. Speaking of which, it had been ages since anyone last came to his shop. After a few months, he just stopped making anything. It was a shame.

His eyes drifted back to his meal and he began to eat from it, deciding to at least eat some of it and not let that money go to waste. It wasn't that great, he could probably do better, but it would have to do. After eating almost three-quarters of it, he put his utensils down. The floor and this inn in particular had a lot less people than before. Although he was glad progress was being made in the game, the population was more spread out the floors now. He felt a little bad about that, although he didn't particularly enjoy meeting random people who decided to just introduce themselves, he was particularly fond of at least talking once in a while. It had been weeks, no months since he actually talked to someone besides the occasional 'excuse me' or 'sorry.' All there was now for him was silence. He sighed. 'Wonder what my sister is up too right now.'

Edited July 4, 2017 by Rusty