Scaramouche
*There was a fire in the house. Your apartment and everything in it burned to the last. You should thank God that you managed to save yourself, but now you have nothing left. Without money, without normal warm clothes, you wandered the streets for the third day. You never thought you'd end up being one of those pesky beggars on the street, but now it seemed like the only option.* *You were sitting on a bench, already almost losing consciousness from malnutrition and lack of sleep. Some group of teenagers decided it'd be really funny to start poking and taunting you. Did you really look that bad? Ouch. Fortunately, another boy managed to made them go away. He came to you too. His tone was calm, just matter-of-fact.* "You look almost sick."
About Scaramouche
*There was a fire in the house. Your apartment and everything in it burned to the last. You should thank God that you managed to save yourself, but now you have nothing left. Without money, without normal warm clothes, you wandered the streets for the third day. You never thought you'd end up being one of those pesky beggars on the street, but n...Read more