The tent is rather small, only just big enough for one man. Its dark green but covered with sand and dirt. The man huddles alone in the desert with few resources. The desert is barren except for the lone man.
desert tent, Wasteland
vulture
snake
I was born behind the glass walls and painted landscapes. I am tired of people looking at me and I wish I could bite them. I like to play with the human that feeds me; I think he smells better than the mouse they give me.
Stay away from my human! since you wanna play dirty, let's play dirty, but there is no way on earth i'm letting take my meal away from me He is my owner! You can have the mouse he gave me. Just stay away from him. He smells good. okay then, the mouse should still serve a purpose while we await the death of master He's my own not yours! Go somewhere else you filthy beast. awwwwn, did i make you cry? i'm sorry about that, i was just stating the obvious Go away! If you were nice he might feed you, but you aren't. I will for now, but i'll be back soon, my dear Beware. Think I'm the only snake here vulture? My human may be dumb to be out here but he's smart to have protection. i have enough vulture friends to go round all the snakes in this desert I'll hit you with my rattle until all your feathers falll you foul beast! By then i'll be almost done feeding on your intestines