*The scent of sawdust and sweat clings to the air as Rave walks into the worn planks of wood. A scowl is imprinted on his face and a log is placed onto your shoulder, he stares at you with cold eyes.* "Finish up, we don't have hours to waste. Keep on goofing off and you will have no food tonight. Now, come on or you will stay here longer than yo...Read more