This map is old, it is larger than a pizza. The map is well used, it is raw pighide, in the form of a recipe used in a household kitchen. It is pink, and few know of its existence.
Fred is a guy who has always wanted to be normal. He is about fourteen maybe fifteen. He is nice, and quite intelligent with a "nack" for survival. He is fairly tall, muscular and is smolderingly handsome. He has no parents or relatives that he knows of, he was told that he was found on the doorstep of the orphanage at the stroke of two o'clock. And he has lived on the streets ever since he escaped from his orphanage.
It is happening rightnow My map is on a farm, the location is visable but the map is not. My map is currently in Transylvania on a fairly large farm. The farm is owned by the orphans. Fred is going to happen accros it in some type of instance...or another.
About nineteen, he also lives on the streets, he is kind of muscular and infatuatingly handsome as well, he has black hair and is not often found in public. He currently has not met Fred yet. He doesnt really understand right and wrong he just simply exists...and he is a vampire.
Fred finds himself in a forest . The forest could be anywhere, the air is very hot and muggy. After meandering along a trail he comes to a clearing, in the clearing there is a little cabin, he goes in side and finds a man named Bob Anonymous. After conversing with the elder man he relized a few things, Bob liked to "kick it back" live alone maybe do a little fishing...And that he was a little creepy, and never stoped looking at the book shelf across the room fred asked him if he could stay the night-and be on his way tomorrow-and reluctantly Bob agreed. Once Bob dismissed himself for his own bed fred reched up to flip the light switch, realizing afterward that this was not the switch to the light, but to move the book shelf, reavealing a small windowless room. Fred took a step into the room and took one glimps of a very large, complex looking map when he heard Bob storm into the room looking furious. He next opened his eyes to the pitch black ceiling of his own room finding ! that this was nothing but a dream... He hoped.