So I should be doing something for uni.
Or clean up my room.
Or clean up the kitchen.
What did I do?
None of the above...
*shoots at self*
Tis be Isaak Ferrars from a story about, erm, a treasure hunt of some kind. I am still working on the details. There isn't much to tell you right now other than it's about Mayan stuff. The characters aren't fully worked out either. I couldn't even tell you what Isaak does for a living. But right now I wanted to make him fight for his life. Am I mean or what?
And yes, don't fret. I will get rid of those legs and of the perspective-errors.