yaay

I'm (my profile picture) you're:

im jeremy btw

i lib in treehouse, that be the setting myybe?

~he srikes the flint together "Dang it!" he had cut himself on the rock, and his inky skin leaked with white blood~

~at the base of his treehouse, the ladder that led him up to the top had fallen. Jeremy was making a fire at the bottom until he could get back up, planning on camping on the ground. His milk-like bloodwound dripped. the patches were in the treehouse, but he wasn't the climbing type and couldn't get it "Hello?" Jeremy shouted. he looked around and called out again. he saw a fuzzy looking leaf that he could use to block his bleeding, and picked it from the branch. he pressed it to his cut and felt it soaking up the wetness. something moved in the darkness.~

OK

*prays*