Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180810031115/@comment-27661770-20180814230338

In a far-off system, a violet-blooded troll was shivering on a roof. A cold day today. He would have to leave soon before the police you him and...

A tear slipped down his face as he pulled out a very old photograph. It had veen taken when everyone met up on the meteor. Him and his at the time allies.

And like some idiotic fucker he had probably gone and fucked it all up.

But he got a second chance fuck or six, maybe seven sweeps ago.

And he just had to fuck it up again.

He had enjoyed his allies while they were a thing. People who he could rely on. Who trusted him. A group he could be part of.

But they fell. He had betrayed a larger amount of people who he thought for sure would die, ony only to see that they kicked his ass.

No more than three sweeps ago, it went all fucked up. The Void...

That was officially where he lost all hope of someone to trust in him. In the midst of the madness he slipped away. Greener pastures.

Now he was a lone criminal hopping from system to system, universe to universe. Murder, theft, and he could rather worryingly see drugs down the line.

He needed someone.

But everyone hated him. Even Jack Noir, the first person who never kicked him aside, was his enemy now.

The tears, the self loathing, anf the anger and misery all flowed hard.