"Man, Truth really IS desperate." Crow Hearth stretched his arms out wide then let them fall. "Crane Town? What kind of name is THAT?!" He had already taken a tour through town. An asylum was right across the road from three modern houses, and a police station was located to the right. More houses were found on the left, and even a hospital and a library could be seen. Near the south of town there were two broken down stone houses, and a bar. Crow walked through town and had bought a house already. As worthy of getting drunk as he was, he walked to the bar only to find a man with a hood on. "I'll take a French whiskey," Crow said confidently. He looked over at the man in the hood. "What's up with you, man?" The man only sat there looking into his drink. "Hey, bro," Crow said calmly as he shone a torch to him, "you should really LIGHTEN up." The man in the hood couldn't help but snicker at this horrible joke. "Alright, ye got me. The name's Buck." He took off his hood to reveal brown hair spiked upwards. "Yeah, guess I'm pretty good at this, huh?" Crow had gotten his French whiskey and had finished it off, despite being only 16. "Mate, what might be ya name?" Crow looked at him calmly. "The name's Crow. Crow Hearth!" They shook hands and agreed to be friends.
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Darkened Dawn
RandomCrow Hearth, the sweater and slipper wearing shadow elemental, has moved into Crane Town, a town full of mysteries. He will meet some people, fight some people, and maybe even have tight relationships. Join him in his adventure to find himself in Da...
