BIRDS FLYIN' HIGH \\ INVITE .

[greer]

YOU'LL SOON FIND YOU HAVE FEW CHOICES

Yeeah, cool. They were glad they joined this patrol, only to wander off for five seconds and find some random dude standing at the border with an invitation clutched in their hands. "Oh, uh, thanks? I'll just take that, I guess." Greer said, plucking the offered invitation before turning to shout to the rest of the patrol. "Hey! Uh, Flintlock got invited to some stuff, I guess."

[justify]You can’t run so you must hide [abbr=Nathaniel Greer, goes by Greer | Any pronouns acceptable, currently going by they/them | 19yrs Old | 5'10" | To stressed for relationships | Near-sighted, unable to clearly see anything 100ft or further with glasses]&[/abbr]
You won’t make it back this time [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with wooden club or sheep shears | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
So my friend our time is done [abbr=Lite emo nerd aesthetic | Shoulder length dyed purple hair | Dark hazel eyes | Wears prescription glasses not made for them, but are good enough for them to see | Usually immaculately clean]&[/abbr]
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