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WETcraft Issue 8
PANEL ONE: SYNCHALLA is sleeping in a dorm room bed at the college. It’s dark, but he’s awake, staring straight up, obviously obsessing over his revenge.
NARR: I was given a bed -- out of pity-- at the Collegium. But I barely slept. How could they have turned their backs on me?
PANEL TWO: SYNCHALLA sitting up in bed in the morning, the sheets pulled back, and he’s wet the bed, of course. He actually looks like a disappointed, embarrassed kid, all pouty and helplessly cute. I think the Blood Elves wear boxer-briefs to bed. :)
NARR: In the morning, I had shamed myself again. I had no idea what to do.
PANEL THREE: Two younger mage apprenctices snicker as they walk by his wet bed, looking over their shoulders at him.
BOY: Hee hee! Look, he’s one of THEM.
BOY 2: Just like Treyu.
PANEL FOUR: SYNCHALLA is standing beside his wet bed, his wet shorts in plain sight. He looks inspired, hopeful!
NARR: As soon as I heard Treyu’s name, I realized I wasn’t alone! And that inspired me!