Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170212171009/@comment-27661770-20170215013721

Laughter wemanated across the plains of the anonymous town.

Dark laughter. Laughter that struck frea into every heart and soul.

''"You gather around... RIPE FOR THE PICKINGS. Such a shame that you had not the foresight..."

Dave looked around.

Scott stood tall.

Iron had a feeling they needed to god-tier. And FAST.

Jack picked up the body sitting on him, when a hand punctured his abdomen. A gloved hand, stained with blood. A white glove. With fingers like claws...