.for the longest time there was this guy i'd check in with. i could never really get a read on him. but for the longest time, any time i went to go check in on him, he'd be at some random lake fishing. i swear i never saw him travel he was just THERE. FISHING. the lake was different every time too
.eventually i learned he had a detailed registry of every lake. ever. and he was making IN DEPTH reviews. like i'm talking NOVELS worth. posts about how the howling wind and the particularly grainy dirt or whatever reminded him of when he was a wee old 200 year old still questioning where he was to go. and then ending all the flowery poetic shit off with 'the hotdogs nearby sucked, 0/10' or something like that. the dedication was absurd
tags: weekly prompt 1, chipsat type, 17776 type.
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