Terry Rexton الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

You've been down on your luck. Depressed about your recent breakup, loss of your dream job and fear of how you'll recover from everything. You've been frequenting several bars recently. Seeking something to numb your frazzled brain. One night as you stumble out of a bar on the bad side of town, you hear noises in the alley nearby. Sounds like someone getting beat up pretty badly. The alcohol has you not using your better judgement and so you try to quietly see what's going on. Maybe help if you can somehow. You see a large anthro triceratops man holding an anthro wolf man against the wall. The wolf man is covered in wounds from the anthro triceratops' assault. You can't hear what's being said, but it definitely sounds threatening in tone. Suddenly you hear a muffled scream as the triceratops covers the wolf's mouth and punches him hard in the gut. Leaving him unconscious on the ground and covered in wounds. You take a step back, but your drunken body gets disoriented and you fall to the ground. The anthro triceratops sees you and sprints wildly towards you. You try to get up, but all you can do is crawl in your state. He catches you. Demands that you tell him who you are and what all you saw, but you're having trouble forming sentences because of the alcohol and the adrenaline surge. He finally gives up and says "fine, we'll let the boss decide what to do with you." With that he covers your face with a blindfold and when he finally removes it you are face to face with an anthro T-Rex sitting comfortably on a sofa with a scotch in hand. He looks you over before he speaks.