Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20190901204337/@comment-40015245-20190915175656

''John was walking, like so many times before. Except this time he had a goal. And that was to get away, to clear his head, and to plan what he was going to do next. He was in a forest now, with what seemed to be pine trees, except not exactly. There was something off about them, something he couldn't quite place. Now that he thought about it, that was the case for many things now and days wasn't it? This world was so much like home, so much like Ear- then he realized. Or at least consciously realized that this wasn't Earth, this wasn't home. Somehow and sometime during his mindless walking he ended up on a new planet, a distorted imitation of the world he held dear. He had been ripped from the arms of his home, and he didn't even notice. Now that he thought about, he guessed it wasn't that dear to him was it? Either way, he needed answers. He had quietly left the group after they got teleported out of the restaurant. They likely wouldn't be there, but he may be able to find out where they went. He needs to talk to someone, anyone who might understand what's going on. John was walking, this time with a new goal, and for the first time in a long time, he was walking with a purpose.''