Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27027983-20170404235905/@comment-27661770-20170405005601

A big, other red-hoodied guy sat among the group.

"Well, not like we can do that much anyways. May as well die protesting a dumb mistake than live practically oppressed while the apocalypse begins."

A mobster in a black suit and black hat, with a spade sewn into both, and with black skin- not African, or African-American, but pure, inhuman black, like the night sky, or the darkness- puffed on a cigarette.

"Fuck the world, so long as I have money and no Felt opposition we're good here."

And elsewhere, an alien silently cursed out Dave Strider.