Finding Home 1
brainfarts everywhere i bend low to the ground, pulling out my bow. leaves crushed by hooves, leading north. they look heavy, most likely belonging to a large buck. it should feed a few families if i kill it.
Crumbled Crane
A brainfart during a horrid night with no sleep crumbled crane i sigh, hands trembling a little as i set down the perfectly folded crane on the desk. a mound of crumbled papers sit next to it.
Getting Into the Game: Intro
It must've been some sort of brainfart, but he couldn't recall whether the scheduling that had made him late to the session had been for his junior or senior year at the university.