Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20170828005816/@comment-27049835-20170902022716

Angela looks around. Mercy was reluctantly aiming her gun, ready to fire if needed. Tears start to well up in her mind. "I was once like a lot of you." She says, her emotionless expression evolving into a sinister smile. "Then something happened to me. My dearest friends, my ONLY friends..... died to a tyrant. I was the only one left. So I pled for my life. And it worked. But one day..... while in his service...... I SNAPPED. I preyed on his insecurities, learning as much as I could about him..... and then I exploited his weaknesses. He ended up committing suicide. And no one could trace it to me. Tell me, children. Who do you think leads the more fucked up life here?"