Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34888155-20180620231524/@comment-33672197-20180624200410

(I have no idea what's going on, but I'm just gonna assume my character's not apart of it.)

Coby stood up on his stage, looking around the dimly lit room he was located in with a bored expression on his face. He hated to admit it to himself, but he had way more fun during the day than during the night. He didn't really know why, he supposed he just liked being stuck on a stage, singing the same songs every hour and maybe doing a silly little skit or two. It just appealed to him more then stumbling about in the darkness. His set activities during the day was a comfy existence that he could never really get tired of.

During the day he didn't have to worry about anything going wrong... Well, for the most part. But at night? Just about anything could happen...