Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26216676-20180620162322/@comment-32932951-20180620204127

Something was in p/s, Something old. And the red, but friendly, eye's of a metal scarecrow build from the 30's arises in a somewhat dark and damp room that smelled vaugley of slauthered kiddies. His arm's creaks from moving it around Man, I gotta put some WD40 on that one, he thought to himself. After inspecting himself he begun to look around the room itself, was there anyone else in this room?

"Helooooooooooooo?"