This is the test! I come up with a scenario, and you come up with a response. If your response lines up with the rules, then you'll definitely be considered for this roleplay book. Here we go!

     Uriah looked up from his paper, holding the quill still in his hand, thinking about what he should write next. As he stared out of the window, the clouds began turning a pink hue, an indication that the sun was now rising. Had he really been up all night?

     He looked back down at his paper, then looked at the pile of papers to the left of him. Yes, it was no surprise that it had taken all night to write this. He'd come up with quite a bit. It was in his line of work, after all, and he did have a deadline. Whoever said that being a writer was easy was dead wrong.

     After yawning, Uriah scooted the chair back, got to his feet, and stretched. He had better get himself some coffee before he continued his work. Perhaps he would go outside as the sun rose instead...

     The man ducked his head to get through the door without hitting the top of his head on the doorframe, which was six feet from the ground, and made his way downstairs. After making his coffee, pouring a cup, and drinking about half of it, he walked outside. Birdsong filled the air, and a cool breeze wafted by, blowing through his near shoulder-length hair.

     He looked around as he walked outside. He lived in a simple cottage with a long, gravel driveway, a forest surrounding it, a nice sized front yard, and a fairly large backyard with a garden and a pond.

     After a little while of walking, he reached the paths leading into the forest. A little ways into the forest, he heard a rustle in the weeds and stopped. Shortly after, a handsome, whitetail buck strode into the path. After seeing the man, he stopped and stood still, watched for a good three seconds, then continued along his way.

     The deer walked along, unaware that he was now being watched by a predator. The poor buck didn't know what stalled him until it was too late.

     A large, young, male tiger walked through the forest, making his way to the cottage. Blood covered his chin, as well as his chest, staining the white fur. He licked his chops as he walked along, the tip of his tail waving back and forth.

     You happened to be following that tiger. It was the same tiger that had killed the nice, large buck you'd been hunting, and it had been said that a large tiger had been seen on other people's property, killing the livestock. You hadn't had any intention of finding the beast, but you didn't mind that you'd found it. Now you could end its life so it would stop ending the lives of the livestock, and supposedly a few of the neighborhood children.

     You stopped when the tiger reached a cottage, and you lifted your gun and aimed. However, the tiger suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a man. A man with near shoulder length hair, wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt with a button up shirt overtop of it. He spotted you out of the corner of his eye, then looked your way and seemed startled to see you.

     "Who are you, and what are you doing on me property?" He asked in a heavy Scottish accent.

     What do you do next?