Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190215115809/@comment-27661770-20190216194926

Elsewhere, that same mansion's universe- but the future-

AA corpse rests in its grave.

In a similar, yet wildly different universe, one rests similarly peacefully and one...

Well...

One's a man sitting somewhere high with a canteen.

He found himself doing this every so often. Sitting somewhere and drinking sonmething like it was that day again. Whiskey on Fridays, and water on Sundays because that was God's day and he had sins to atone for.

When he wasn't around other people he fucking hated himself.

Elsewhere.

Earth C. It's a bright day, perfectly temperate. Rained the other day, and a nice breeze is going.

The door of a hive, located in the Troll Kingdom, opens. One troll with a lime sign- a local oddity but accepted- exited, a palmhusk in hand while tapping away.

uR: So, what are you thinking about doing today? I was gonna go see if I could skate.

hC: Chill wi7h N3y, ya know 7h3 u53. You holdin' up okay, Wav3lin3 no7 b3ing Dickimu5 Maximu5?

uR: No, she's behaving. As much as a royalty-obsessed cherub can behave at least.

His name was Ysmael Ahabus, and life was fine right now.