The best part about all the stupid shadows and darkness and all that crap being gone again? Probably that you can be high. Well... no, there's no probably about it. It's definitely the fact that you can be high. Plus the fact that you're never going to stop being high. That's a pretty good perk too. As if to prove your point, you've literally filled your bag to the point of being stuffed, green leaves poking out the top, the sides bulging like they're trying to tear apart. No, you definitely weren't gentle when you were picking the plants. Besides, who knows when the next time you'll get to go to the beach is. Gods only know that the Lesbians are probably going to want to assign you some stupid mission to further prove your worth. Not that you haven't proven your worth already, it's just that apparently nobody wants to get around to naming you general. But that's fine, you just call yourself general. Close enough.

So anyways, now that you're thoroughly high, the darkness seems mostly gone, and you're self-named general, what are you supposed to be doing? Practicing, of course. Conveniently, you seem like you're in a pretty good place. Plus, bonus, all your major wounds from your prior fights with that purple moron and Snowflake have more or less healed. Life is just serendipitous that way, sometimes.

Though now that you think of it... where are you, anyways? You look around, trying to find a familiar landmark, but you're like 98% certain you've never seen this place before. Weird, because you actually spend a lot of time wandering around when you're high on your precious locoweed. But anyways, the place. You guess it's not so bad. There's a pool of water a little ways off, probably far enough not to be a concern in a fight, but present nevertheless. It's the willows that are of the most interest to you. Their bows hang down all around, creating a weird series of blind spots and bright spots of light. But you guess it'll be good to train in some new terrain. Who knows where the Asylum will live now- it hasn't been lost on you that the swamp has been fully eradicated.

For good measure, you go ahead and bellow out some random noise, beginning to trot around in the snow. Maybe your wobbling and drooling will make you look like an easy target and you'll get some weakling to come attack you. Nothing like winning to make you feel good about yourself.


@[Ciceron] :: Terrain as described, an inch or two layer of snow covering the ground, cold air, about noon with no clouds. OOC Teaching spar, standard spar rules.
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