Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170125124417/@comment-27661770-20170126230539

(I guess I'll take Mister Dulvey ("Daddy") from Resident Evil 7.

Because why not?)

A biomech stirred, safe at home.

A scientist woke for the daily grind.

A clock stared at his pot of coffee.

An Irishman seized the day, while his bodyguard/butler/chauffeur/teacher/second father and everything he would need in life, including longtime friend, waited patiently.

A leader, unwilling of his role, stretched.

A horse-loving roboticist mourned his inability to practice archery.

A clown awoke form a pile of horns he found himself in.

A mobster looked at the cards on the table, so to speak.

A mother woke her sleeping son. One of them, at least. She noted the lack of the other, or seeming lack...

And a man dragged an axe through a haunted house, watching for his very own life. The axe was the closest thing to a friend here, in this thousand-room hellhouse. The sword was better, and the sickle unattainable, but the axe was something to make do with.

And he was rebelling against the twisting forces of GL Labs.