action.

[bronwe]

[ Frodo arrives rolling and tumbling across the floor.

There was a great shadow over him then, something with a terrible stench and legs too numerous to count. And now, light. He shields himself from the brightness and scoots back until he bumps against the wall, then scrambles to find shelter behind a couch. It hurts his eyes. The air is suddenly too clear, everything too clean. He fears it is a trick.

He speaks in a hush, afraid to alert the enemies but more afraid of being alone. ]

Sam? Where are you, Sam?

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[kid_apocalypse]

Oh, I've thought about that too. I don't think we have much choice though, unless you go live out in the town and find work or something. As long as we're here, we've gotta do something to keep living, you know?

[He shrugs. He tries not to think too hard about the details.]

[bronwe]

Isn't that true of everywhere else?

One should plant to sow.