Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20131221232318/@comment-7489529-20131222015228

Bergen was almost done with the mountain of mashed potatoes, so he decided to come up for air and talk to his peers.

"Im from a town in the mountains, called Nachtheim. It's not really uncivilized, we just don't have as many manners as you do. The town is surrounded by this incredible blizzard, and anyone who tries to leave is never heard from again. I was the only one who escaped alive, by burrowing."

Bergen finished his mashed potatoes, and moved on to the square of what looked like bread covered in some kind of dirt.

"So how about you, Re-OH MY GODS WHAT IS THIS GLORIOUS BREAD?" Cried Bergen, immediately consuming the bread.