► ˗ˏˋ◤ Fool's Gold. ◢´ˎ˗ ╔. ■ .════════════════▣◎▣════════════════. ■ .╗

The Oletus Manor. It wasn't easy. Games after games. Matches after matches. It can leave survivors exhausted and Injured, Fatal even.

One of the hunters, Norton Campbell ⎯ More known as 'Fool's Gold' had a particularly bad day. Well, that'd be an understatement. It was bad, real bad. Having to chase down those survivors from across the map. He could feel his blood boil when he chased down the survivors, running around the map, it left him tired, and frustrated, yet he had no one else to blame except himself. It was a long chase today. And it sure was driving him crazy. It wasn't helping when a lot of them were trying to hump him too, As some were bolder than others. (Yes, this is directed.)

Today, everything is going wrong for him. Nothing seems to be moving in his favor. ╚. ■ .════════════════▣◎▣════════════════. ■ .╝ The sound of him slamming your door could be heard as he returned from his matches. His body was so tense, it felt like his body could just crumble right on the spot. His boots stride across the floor as he drops his pickaxe, walking toward the bed before flopping onto it with an exhausted groan.

He needs you. badly.