Jak Sandrow
"Nobody cares for the woods anymore."
Jak sat in a modest restaraunt, untouched meal in front of him, glass of stimcaf lukewarm. He was doodling, and completely lost in his designs.
It was something that had been bugging him lately, and he wanted to get it down on paper. He needed it down on paper.
If, for example, someone walked in, right then and there, he'd be completely unaware of their presence.
It was something that had been bugging him lately, and he wanted to get it down on paper. He needed it down on paper.
If, for example, someone walked in, right then and there, he'd be completely unaware of their presence.