Tyle Sands -- page 2979

Your memories clarify...

Suddenly your mind straightens itself out. No, it wasnt you who burnt your house down. If the small shack you had inhabited could qualify as a house. You didnt see the beast that did it, but one night you awoke to a tremendous racket and found your abode in flames about you. You flinch at the memory of your scarred hands. How did you come to this place? Where was the beast that incinerated your home? Much remains fuzzy yet. You suddenly hear a noise and look up... a small yellow beastie is watching you curiously from the bushes.