Tym

Who is that knocking at the door?

“Old Father Tym, that’s who.”

Old Man, what have you come here for?

“To usher in the wackybats!”


First born son of New Kx. Led out to the middle of a frozen park one fateful afternoon, in early March by a furry co-worker. Little did he suspect that he would catch the Larping bug. (Nor did he expect to split his jeans and moon a thankfully empty playground.)