Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4946188-20170104012053/@comment-27661770-20170107153736

The mental-disorder twin personality of Flippy was standing right outside the hangar. His knife hung at his side. He had come far, had seen many things. And he tried to stave off the bitter thought that maybe he wasn't in the war for as long as he thought he was. Try as he might, though, that thought came and lingered. The implications said one thing: that there were civilians, dead because of him.

Hank knocked on the door to the bridge. He needed to find out if anythign was happening.