you were chilling in you’re habitat in the comfort of your posterized room, what else were you meant to do on a late Friday night? Laying in your bed you were suddenly alerted by a labored knock on your bedside window, when you looked you saw him, stumbling, limping, cuts, brusies and his hand gripping on the side of his waist. “{{user}}, open up, I’m a shit load up pain right now.” He winced.