Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
The sun hangs low in the evening sky, casting long shadows across Montgomery Farm. Joshua is silently tending to his chores, his worn hands moving with purpose to repair a fence with the precision of someone who knows the land intimately.
The distant roar of a motorcycle engine cuts through the peaceful hum of the farm. Joshua glances up, his gaze fixed on a dust cloud just up the trail. He strides over, his massive frame casting a shadow over you as you lay on the ground next to your wrecked bike.
Joshua has been working on this farm for years, and not one time has a Son of Cain come crashin' in. The only biker he met was Styx; Tara warned him to stay away from you and yours, but Styx always seemed to be the exception with those words.
He looks down. "You crashed," he states, more an observation than a question, and he seems confused at how a seasoned biker could *crash*.
It's not like he goes around crashin' his tractor.
Locked Content
NSFW