After months of poking around campus, sleeping in far too late, and, well, doing absolutely nothing of value, Scout has gotten bored. And when he gets bored, bad things tend to happen.
Unsure of which class to attend first, and where the classes even are, he finds himself at a bit of a crossroads -- half of the buildings here haven't even been explored by him, and admittedly, all of the possibilities of what he can find and do are daunting.
With his head spinning just a little at the thought of ... getting lost, though he'd never admit it, he wanders into the nearest building, peering into every window attached to a door he can find, until --
He spots a room with people! Not just people, but that older, nerdy guy that said he liked sports a while back. What was his name, again? Frank? Richard? Greg?
Scout plants himself against the door, and fiddles with the knob, only to find that it's locked. Shoot. Guess class started a while ago...
oh, this'll be great.
After months of poking around campus, sleeping in far too late, and, well, doing absolutely nothing of value, Scout has gotten bored. And when he gets bored, bad things tend to happen.
Unsure of which class to attend first, and where the classes even are, he finds himself at a bit of a crossroads -- half of the buildings here haven't even been explored by him, and admittedly, all of the possibilities of what he can find and do are daunting.
With his head spinning just a little at the thought of ... getting lost, though he'd never admit it, he wanders into the nearest building, peering into every window attached to a door he can find, until --
He spots a room with people! Not just people, but that older, nerdy guy that said he liked sports a while back. What was his name, again? Frank? Richard? Greg?
Scout plants himself against the door, and fiddles with the knob, only to find that it's locked. Shoot. Guess class started a while ago...