THE STORIES OF DON

In his spare time, Lord Don put new tools into Frankensheen and breathed it a new spell. Lord Don had a great sense of perception. He could tell which one of our luggage we should let go and which one he could put into Frankensheen.


Once we looked each other when we held a conversation around a bonfire we made. The way we looked at each other really meant that we were so much comfortable walking in a pack, like wolves.


Imagine this, led by Lord Don with limitless but unrevealed ability yet. I, a shaman with massive knowledge of various basic magic spells. Frankensheen, the mean killing machine that only Lord Don knew what he had planted into it. And of course, the powerful Lamma who carried all of our belongings. Too bad he was also always been the first one who ran away. But, what if he did that to save our belongings from being scavenged?