Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20170411053034/@comment-26892768-20170411171133

SCP-682 sits in his containment cell, submerged in acid. He sits, and waits. Waiting for some new attempt to kill him that would inevitably fail.

Specter Knight is hovering around in the Lich Yard. To be more precise, over a very specific, empty chest.

Somewhere on a recently reformed planet, a golden being sits on his throne. The remaining aspects of Hakann lie dormant within the fusion's mind.

Ballister Blackheart gets up with a start. He shakes his head. Yet another nightmare...