Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26915308-20190320164141/@comment-26892768-20190322002614

As he gets pulled in by the portal, Crowbar's eyes widen in shock and he yells out, "What in the goddamn-"

And then he lands on his back, face facing the sun as he takes in what just happened.

He's used to ''weird. ''He's part of the Felt; the time bullshit that runs rampant there could drive a man insane if he wasn't prepared. This, however, is completely unexpected - the closest thing he could compare to this was if he injured Sawbuck for whatever reason, or what those clocked by Cans likely felt when they got thrown into next week.

None of that involves portals, however. This is some new, unexpected weird, and while he has no idea who or what caused this, he plans to get up in their business and introduce them to a good friend of his. Of course, by them, he specifically means their face. And by good friend, he means his crowbar.

Yes, the guy named Crowbar has a crowbar as a weapon.

Grumbling, the leprechaun gets up, brushing off the sand on his suit with one hand and reaching to tip his hat with the other...then he remembers that he doesn't have a hat to tip at the moment. ''Goddamnit Itchy. ''Alright, time to find the backup hat.

...huh. Kinda feels like he's not the only one not here. He'll take a look around later, but first, backup hat.