Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20190601213005/@comment-27661770-20190603172042

Nobody cares about Balak, as H2 rushes Jerry.

Ysmael shrugs.

"I couldn't call her until it was over, and as I quickly learned I wasn't even able to do much. Once some fuckhead in an alleyway rambling about seeing a lighter, with an *arrow for a tongue* stabbed me right here in the forehead with it..."

He gestured at what was very visibly a should-be-lethal-wound in the center of his forehead.

"...Some skeleton started appearing near me."