Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20190731023943/@comment-26184681-20190811224258

Meanwhile, a few miles away from the bar Jacket was from, a portal appears on the ground. It buzzes, before bursting, revealing a man in a cricket mask and a letterman jacket. His faded jeans are covered in blood, still fresh. He holds a green power drill in front of him, the end spinning.

"-HIS IS MY GUuuuuuuun?" the man trails off, lowering the now disabled drill. He looks around, taking in his surroundings.