Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20180102013914/@comment-27661770-20180102211652

Meanwhile, John has located the five graves that were dug, one only in symbolism.

Oh, well. Someone dug it up anyways.

He had to wonder if they were trying to do his basically god-given mission.

The shovel he had brought cut into the dirt, his boot putting pressure on it to dig deeper. And schuff. Up goes the dirt.

As he digs, he looks at the wooden board that gave the name of the grave. Oak, if he remembered right. Fitting, since this was Sparkle's grave.

The scientist of them. She had shown her madness by slow apathy towards her friends, possibly acquired sociopathy. In the end she had conducted experiments akin to those the Nazis did, albeit on a far smaller scale.

And likely for actual science, he had to admit. The notes that had been recovered thus far from their long-empty home seemed to indicate that there was indeed a method in their madness.

Seemed to be something about "blanks" or whatever, and various proteins. A lot of deep science he never claimed to understand.

In the end, she had been seemingly killed by either someone breaking loose, or a small explosion in the torture dungeon/laboratory she had set up. They had definitely tried and failed miserably to wreck the place.

He looked at the sky. Seemed ready to rain. He needed to dig faster.

within ten minutes, he hit wood. Broken wood, due to the pressure of the dirt, but wood all right. He dug out the surrounding dirt to look at the coffin, and picked off the planks. Surprisingly, not that much decomposition. Hee heaved up the body and threw it to the top before climbing out himself to the next grave.