Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31441730-20180611163658/@comment-27661770-20180620013316

Eventually Nevada was deemed fruitless.

Except for one thing.

The red crowbar and the corresponding hand were hauled out of the sand. Cueball eyes looked at cueball eyes.

"COME."

And so they went.

Karkat was eighteen bites into his ice cream when, not more than two seconds later, a loud blast rang out. Some giant laser had narrowly missed the statue of Yharim and had caused significant damage to a skyscraper, knocking it over.

That wasn't what scared him.

It was the sound and the color and the two figures that he saw that made him freeze, blood more icy than the ice cream he was enjoying not long ago.