Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190413001626/@comment-27344811-20190413170606

"Seems like you're having trouble there, eh?" A voice calls out to Propeller.

"Who is zis? What are you, voice in my head? Did Plague actually summon a demon??"

"Non non non, I am thou! Your repressed feelings you hide behind that aloof exterior of yours. Your... shadow self, in a sense."

"Well, uh... what do you want?!" Propeller's bottom legs get grabbed and he begins to get pulled down.

''"You are taking zis very well."
 * "I've ahd experiences in such manners!"

"Well then, simple; a contract. Sharing our might! It is ze only way you will escape, you know."''

Propeller's arm is grabbed. "Well, what do I do??"

I art thou, thou art I...."

"How does zat- wait. Wait." Propeller notices that a golden-petaled rose has appeared attached to the right side of his chest. "Excuse?? Excuse me??? Who put zis here? I can't have zat much gold! 20% gold is the highest acceptable amount! I- I don't want zis!" Propeller yanks it off and throws it towards the crowd.

And then the fog comes...