Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20190723235050/@comment-40015245-20190724040553

John was no longer focusing on the chaos around him, it was clear on his face that he was thinking deeply about something. Why didn't he do anything, why does he just walk and walk and walk and occasionally observe? Why can't he ever seem to bring himself to do anything? This isn't the first time he's asked this question, but this was the first time he came to realization that whenever he has this conversation he always concludes that he wants to do more, but doesn't. Why? He's completely immortal for all that John knows, and he could do so much with his time. But he doesn't.