Kevin Orchardsity A., C., and E. Only one can survive and move forward.
Also: Only one can Read.
“Gunn… Mobile… *Trailer Park*. Hey guys? Come take a look at this.” He looks around the shelter to see no one else. “Kevin C.? Kevin E.?
Well where’d they go?”
They kept coming in from both the Golden Sink and 7 Stones direction. Avatars. Wanting to act (or acc) in Baker B.’s newest Collagesity production (photo-novel).
“Do you think my foot is on fire, Sanchez?” spoke one of the candidates to the other. “Feels like it’s on fire.”
Before DJ-ing at Regaltown’s fabulous 50th Anniversary Man on the Moon shindig, Grey Scale Kimball just had to buy that yellow purse she had her eyes on at Maraschino. But it meant she could only spin Dark Side of the Moon that night and not the light one.