Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20180520203622/@comment-27661770-20180522232348

John just blinks. Surprisingly nonplussed.

He does do the courtesy of clapping. He'd rather not be here as it's a minefield with words, but hey: if he didn't go that would be almost certain death, and there may or may not be food. Also he didn't want to confront scared and probably angry subjects until he cleared his head.

.EXE, meanwhile, had returned to where he was staying. Defeated, dejected, and shamed for the rest of his existence.

Revenge was a pipe dream that just got smoked away.