This is a collective story, more than an RPG. I start, and someone else picks up from where I leave off.
The back story: we're all on a cook-out, frying fish and roasting hotdogs and marshmallows, sitting around a big ol' bonfire, sharing stories of the crazy things that happen in RAF. Estelore begins to recount a particularly screwy tale of RAFian mischief....
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Hey, guys, do you remember that time that we proved that Jax wasn't a Yeerk? We kidnapped him from Jayne's house and tied him up in my closet, as I recall. Held him there for a week, we did, until he started foaming at the mouth. Then he bit me.
Wait...wasn't that that dog that we picked up?