there was a sinister air that surrounded jason turner that night. he held his cloak tight as he disappeared into the forest, seeming to search for some refuge in that creaking darkness.

he moved like a cougar through the brambles and briars that attempted to obstruct his path, he reached the clearing with a light translucent stone in the center- illuminating the surrounded treeline with its ethereal glow.

jason turner shed his cloak to reveal the rippling body of a man who made a living with his hands. those raw straw hands that could break a heart. he walked to the stone and calmly swallowed it, the effects being seen visibly throughout his body as it's energy spread from his head to his toes. His skin glowed with his glory.

then he went to a gay club and fucked like, 1000 dudes.