Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20190227154021/@comment-27661770-20190228125944

"...oh. That's. Worrying."

H3 looked at Draedon.

"So uh whaddya doing?"

The surgeon put on the headset, took aim, and fired.

And jolted back as the world turned to a nightmare around him, before the game cut off.

The TV screen showed the dog's face, but with red irises.

Spooky.

Grif looked down.

"You know it's been quite a few years. How you been doing?"

No time like th present to make idle chatter.

It distracted him from Sarge being absolutely stupid at this rate.