Necrominac
Clean Sock
Nicholas' pace began to slow as he followed the road he felt that with this head start he could make it before anyone at either pace, and his hunger was slowly but surely wearing him down. He looked up at the orange red sky as it became dimmer by the moment. Near a tree Nicholas began to sit down and rest until he had the energy to move on once more. Removing his helm, he lied his spear on his lap sideways and moved to stare at the now tiny walls of the Town of Beginnings. He was browsing the menus and looking at the party tab. Although his first attempt to party up with someone had failed he was preparing to try one more time and waited for the next passing player.