Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20190905145615/@comment-25218347-20190912003055

At The World That Never Was, a single stop sign was lying alone.

Only to be grabbed by a zombified hand. The holder, a clown with rotting skin and a metal mask, seemed to be a combination of furious and confused. He was in the middle of something. What the hell was THIS??

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Jacket blinked.

“What.”