Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20181021162817/@comment-33528506-20181022012406


 * Freddy stops walking and lets his blades slash harshly against the wall, slightly dulling them in the process. He looks around, then looks down at his weapon. Letting out a groan of frustration, he pulls out a sharpening rock from one of his pockets, and begins to sharpen each blade*


 * Jason and Shadle walk away, wandering, though in a different direction than Freddy went. Shadle hated Jason, but it was more of a feeling of disliking the hockey masked killer. the one he truly despised was Freddy... That burnt bastard had been a complete ass to him as soon as they had first met*