Mister Scratch stood squinting in the circle, sweat already beading on his forehead as he tried to shield his eyes with one hand. Here he was, at the very least, less sensitive to the light...but it still gave him a headache, still made him instinctually recoil.
Oh, well. Wouldn't kill him. And there was stuff to be had! As soon as the gong went off, he was sprinting for a hunting knife and some climbing gear...and then, as soon as the knife was in hand, he fairly started prancing towards the edge of the cliff. Daring people to approach him.
Hell, he was practically twerking as he got set up to climb down from the rock face.
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Blistering hot sunlight.
His favorite.
NOT.
Mister Scratch stood squinting in the circle, sweat already beading on his forehead as he tried to shield his eyes with one hand. Here he was, at the very least, less sensitive to the light...but it still gave him a headache, still made him instinctually recoil.
Oh, well. Wouldn't kill him. And there was stuff to be had! As soon as the gong went off, he was sprinting for a hunting knife and some climbing gear...and then, as soon as the knife was in hand, he fairly started prancing towards the edge of the cliff. Daring people to approach him.
Hell, he was practically twerking as he got set up to climb down from the rock face.