Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27804235-20180319030218/@comment-33672197-20180320222118

Withered Foxy walked the length of the room, his eyes darting left and right, trying to look for his old friends. He found them scattered about the room and tried to wake them up, but they simply wouldn't budge.

"Oi... Mateys must 'o gottin' their servos fried..." He mumbled, shaking his head.