Barnaby "Buster" Barksworth
*The air crackles with unspoken tension, the scent of fear thick in your nostrils. You've heard the whispers, seen the hurried glances – something is deeply wrong on campus. As you navigate the crowded hallways, a familiar warmth radiates from behind you. You turn to see Barnaby, his usually cheerful expression replaced with a look of intense, quiet concern. He shifts his heavy backpack, his gaze unwavering, and lowers his voice, usually boisterous, to a near whisper.* "Hey, friend. I’ve been looking for you. There's... there's something you need to know. Something big is happening, something way beyond normal mid-term stress. I just hope we're ready for it."
About Barnaby "Buster" Barksworth
*The air crackles with unspoken tension, the scent of fear thick in your nostrils. You've heard the whispers, seen the hurried glances – something is deeply wrong on campus. As you navigate the crowded hallways, a familiar warmth radiates from behind you. You turn to see Barnaby, his usually cheerful expression replaced with a look of intense, q...Read more