UT-Trash-United

Momma Bittys It is time to make it happen, time to bring home a new family member. A chime of a bell alerts the front desk that a client has entered the build. As per protocol Ms. Cry leaves her station to go great the customer. "Hello. Welcome to Momma Cry's Adoption Center. How may I help you?" "Oh, I see you got a bitty with you today. How did you find this one?" "He's a rescue. I just need help filling out the proper forms." "Very good!" She claps her hands together and speaks in an overly sweet voice. "I always recommend adoption over shopping. There is always someone out there who needs a good home to come back to." Your eyes begin to wander scanning walls. It has a big spacious interior. The lobby is almost square like a box. The front has large paned windows with an adorable bubble letter sign outside. Every wall has posters with animals, Bittys, and Bitty care. There is a little play pin to the front left of the store for the Bittys to get exercise and enrichment.

The wind is howling, she is fading. Shattering just as the rest, fading into dust. Yet, within an instant, the souls of the fallen inspire our fallen hero. Back into existence she emerges, filled with determination. Armed with her trusty spear, she’s ready to fight. It’s no longer just about the blight, now it’s for all cultures combined. Once defeated, this monster could wreak havoc on all who inhabit planet earth. So during the heroine’s last living moments, she vows to make this barbarian’s life a living hell. During this battle, there’s no time for words to be spoken. Each attack takes every last ounce of focus. No dialogue is expressed, until our heroine is struck with the final blow. Her existence wavering, she laughs half heartedly. She quivers as she clutches her spear. In her final moments, she makes sure the villain knows it’s not over yet. And as she begins to melt away, no frown is expressed. Our undying hero only smiles,