Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170315012550/@comment-27661770-20170319125708

Dark./ Light,. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Dark.

This was all the Splicer and Sinclair saw for a few minutes.

Dark. Light.

Traveling to death, or to salvation?

Dark.

Light.

An iron confidence in that whatever the deciusion, Rapture was behind them forever.

Dark, Light, Dark.

LIGHT.

And then, as they fell screaming from the sky, they saw the battlefield of Skaia.

Sinclair panicked, while hte Splicer took it in stride. If he was gonna die, here was a way to be a legend about it.

Maybe a Baby Jane would play the citizen that has to deal with his appearance.