Fantastic Shits and Where to Find Them
This is sketchy. Almost too sketchy.
Not even like the mysterious kind. This is just weird.
You pick up the surprisingly heavy suitcase, and fling it onto the train tracks. You don't want anything to do with it. You think it's some type of witchcraft.
You turn back and walk the other way, towards the people. No one seems to have caught site of what you just threw. All is fine.
The train arrives at exactly 9:01, only a minute late. "Not bad", you think to yourself.
You board the train, heading down the small flight of stairs into the lower carriage. The seats are full at the front. You walk past a couple rows and spot an empty seat next to an old friend of yours.
He greets you with a welcoming smile, stands up and offers you the window seat.
Do you:
Not even like the mysterious kind. This is just weird.
You pick up the surprisingly heavy suitcase, and fling it onto the train tracks. You don't want anything to do with it. You think it's some type of witchcraft.
You turn back and walk the other way, towards the people. No one seems to have caught site of what you just threw. All is fine.
The train arrives at exactly 9:01, only a minute late. "Not bad", you think to yourself.
You board the train, heading down the small flight of stairs into the lower carriage. The seats are full at the front. You walk past a couple rows and spot an empty seat next to an old friend of yours.
He greets you with a welcoming smile, stands up and offers you the window seat.
Do you: