SuperTinyKing stood, waiting. He was wearing plain, red robes, his face hidden by the hood of his robes, unnatural shadows aiding in hiding himself from prying eyes. He'd sent the invitations to those who would be willing..now, he waits. Where was he waiting? Simple, in an open field, lush green grass rising up to his ankle.
"..Hehehehehe....Will they arrive soon, or will I simply have to find others?" Tiny pondered to himself, as he looked across the sea of green before him.
"..Hehehehehe....Will they arrive soon, or will I simply have to find others?" Tiny pondered to himself, as he looked across the sea of green before him.