Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2012 15:28:25 GMT -5
Open to all but OC adventurers only.
It had been six years since the shop had been first established. Six full years. Milk took the cloth and cleaned off her counter. It was a simple wooden fixture, with a swinging door to allow her to leave or enter the space behind it. It was also shorter then a normal counter, given Milk's childish body. A sign spanned the entire front of it, with a rabbit-eared white logo on a blue background advertising membership rewards. And all around the small bunnygirl, there were weapons. On shelves, on racks resting on the counter, absolutely everywhere. The store was filled with weapons. Daggers, clubs, spears, swords, bows, axes, flails, and not just weapons. There were shields, and various types of armor, and potions, and all kinds of things.
For this was The Milk Crate, Milk's rental shop. Far behind her was the entrance to the dungeons. It was a simple business, they would pay her and rent equipment, and she would allow them through to the dungeons, where they would use her equipment. They got to keep any loot they found there, and she got all the money from their rentals.
The shop had just opened for the day. It was time to see who came to crawl the dungeons.
Milk put on a warm smile. It was one-hundred percent genuine.
It had been six years since the shop had been first established. Six full years. Milk took the cloth and cleaned off her counter. It was a simple wooden fixture, with a swinging door to allow her to leave or enter the space behind it. It was also shorter then a normal counter, given Milk's childish body. A sign spanned the entire front of it, with a rabbit-eared white logo on a blue background advertising membership rewards. And all around the small bunnygirl, there were weapons. On shelves, on racks resting on the counter, absolutely everywhere. The store was filled with weapons. Daggers, clubs, spears, swords, bows, axes, flails, and not just weapons. There were shields, and various types of armor, and potions, and all kinds of things.
For this was The Milk Crate, Milk's rental shop. Far behind her was the entrance to the dungeons. It was a simple business, they would pay her and rent equipment, and she would allow them through to the dungeons, where they would use her equipment. They got to keep any loot they found there, and she got all the money from their rentals.
The shop had just opened for the day. It was time to see who came to crawl the dungeons.
Milk put on a warm smile. It was one-hundred percent genuine.
