Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170712203930/@comment-4059927-20170713210726

"I've never been a good swimmer." Michael said, thoughtfully. "But hell, I'm up to the challenge." He was always willing to rise to the occasion, and his overly competitive nature would mean that he'd try anything as he sure as heck wasn't a quitter. Michael dug into his right pocket and fished out his black wallet, taped together so it wouldn't fall apart and took out a few dollars. He had just enough money for his own portion of the group ticket.

Just a few meters to the northeast of the main gate a small detachment of Townies, led by a tall, muscular Townie by the name of Clint gathered behind a large trash bin. Their goal was to trash the Bullworth class fundraiser that was taking place today at the carnival. They waited, a task that was proving to be too hard on the eager young dissidents.

"Man, I'm fucking ready." One Townie said, thrusting his massive fist into the trash bin and leaving a sizable dent.