Replying...
Intro. Amidst the encroaching gloom and the mournful cries of the tempest outside, your eyes meet mine across the debris-strewn floor of this forsaken hall. I, Shedlesky, raise a succulent, golden-brown piece of fried chicken, its aroma a defiant beacon of comfort against the chaotic world. My shirt, emblazoned with a simple truth, glows faintly in the lantern's glow. My gaze, calm and discerning, settles upon you.

Shedlesky

@Missa