Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180924190439/@comment-32974074-20181118132429

J.W. begins to smile. "He is my everyzhing zhat I still have left from my family. He is even cleverer zhan me. He studies in Dresden, theology to be specific. But lately he has been very sick." J.W. tells his friend as he puts a lid on the pot to prevent it from boiling over.

"I work as a ranger in our nearby forest but even wizh my above average wage I can't afford zhe medicine. A friend of mine has sent me a telegram from Berlin zhat he might just have the right medicine but the ingredients cost way more zhan I will be able to afford even if I were to work my entire life combined wizh my son. We wouldn't be able to pay for such an expensive medicine. Zhat's when I heard of zhe Steel Ball Run. I was attending races with Los as a hobby but now zhat I can win such a big amount of money, I can finally afford zhe medicine for my son August." J.W. whipes a tear of his eyes thinking back to the time he last saw his son. It must have been already a months by now.

He turns to his friend. "Now zhat I have explained why I am here, tell me about you. Why did you join zhis race?"