Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20180520203622/@comment-27661770-20180522025727

"Zombies and monsters? Really? You're gonna go with the weaksauce shit?"

John MacAllister stares at the letter he was handed. People had backed away from him when the deliverer shoved it into his hands.

An invite. To the wedding of the tyrant and eyeball lady.

Fuck it. He didn't have amore suitable task, may as well not die by rudeness.