i just have 1 question just 1
can u see chat still? or iz it deleted for u also? plz reply 2 this
also im sorey for posting this random story with no purpose
wait if i write a story below will it still get deleted
oh oh oh admin what if i write a story below and once u reply ill come edit this out so itll be just the storyyyy?
story time now
Bob: What was that?
Fred: What was what?
Bob: That whistling fro- oh nevermind u wouldn't believe me anyway.
Fred: Whatever, let's keep working.
The two boys continued setting up their tents at the camping sight. Once they finally finished Fred stood up and looked at Bob.
Fred: Someone has to go collect firewood.
Bob: Not it.
Fred: Come on Bob, we ain't babys anymore. We decide with a game of Rock, paper, scissors.
Bob: Oh, u have a great point.
Fred: Best out of three.
Bob: Ur on.
They played the first round, Fred won.
Bob won the second round, but Fred won the last.
Bob: Alright, I'll go collect firewood.
Fred: Mk I'ma take a nap.
He rolled his eyes at Fred, but then walked off into the woods. Mumbling below his breath, he started having a conversation with himself.
Bob: In all the movies I've watched, the person who goes into the woods gets attacked first. No Bob stop thinking that you're gonna be fine. Yeah ur right, ill be fi-
A sudden scream came from the way of the campsite, his heart skipped a beat. He knew he couldn't leave Fred behind though, so he started bolting to the campsite. Face planted right into the campsite ground, he looked up. Blood. Bob saw a trail of blood, he decided to follow it. He stopped dead in his steps just to feel breathing on his neck...
To be continued