Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190308230751/@comment-32932951-20190310044041

The president peeks his head out and, seeing that the coast is clear, steps out from the tree and pulls back his gloves. Fixes his hair to. He would never allow his goldilocks hair to be out of shape. Beat all those fake wigs that anyone in high ranking postions wore in his home universe.

"Your really killing me here, DIO. I swear on it, I swear on all that is good and the country that I'll find some way to clear you off the playing board, no matter the method."