Open RP: What if God was one of us?
It was miles back to the nearest town and Dark by the time Chuck got there. The light suit jacket he had on wasn’t doing much to help against the cold night air.
He searched threw his pockets finding only lint, after all he’d never needed money when he was God so why keep it on him? He pulled his jacket a bit tighter around himself his stomach grumbling as he picked up an old paper cup and moved out to the street corner holding it out hoping that someone would help him















