Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20190410170538/@comment-28920015-20190413234925

GDR, aka the hooded figure (oooo bet you didn't see that), has now entered a very crowed area. She smiles to herself. This is P̶̸̷̨͠e͏̶̵r͏́͟f̸̶̨͠e͞͝͏c̸̶̴̨͜t̷̶

F̶or ̷ever͏yo͟n̴e A̷͉̳͕͘r͡͏͚o̢̼̮ų̻̠̹̪̬̘͞͝n̡͓̦d̪̖̼͉̗͜ ̵̨҉̲̥̱̩̦̩̠̬̲h͎͔͍̥̜̯͎͎e̝̟̣͇̩̫͙͜r̷̺̘̖͍̣̭̟͟͡ t̟̫̼̕͟͠͞h̸̴̡͎̖̞̙̜̤̫̣̜̺͔͈̥̫̥͖̬̟̣͟é̕͡͏̱̞̖̦̝͚̤͚̟͍͉͕̟̜̹̘́ ͡͡͠͏̻͇͉͉̲̹͕̲̦̲̙̙̪̠̲̖͉͖ͅw̰̜͙͢͢͡ó̶͔̙̗̜͕͢ͅṛ̶̷̜̘̘̰̹͚̫͉͚l̸̘̲̗̺̼̮͓͍̝̰̖̲͔̲̥͚͙̕͡d̛͞҉̰͍̩̬̹͔͔̜̩̼̳̱̰̟͕͡ ̴̴̡̛̰̥̻̰̹̥̥̗̞̭̦̥̲̪̟̟̲̝͡ͅg̷̨̛̰̟͕̹̣o͓̭͖̯̤͝ę̨̢̩̣͉̥͚͚̰͔͕ś̨̭̰̪͕ ̪̙͉̖̩͙̥̪̪͍̬̟̣͕͜ m̴̛̜̹̰͎̝͚͇ͨͥͯ̆̀́̂̅͐̉ͪ̇ͅa̸͔̟̤͎̞̳͛̎͑͗̾ͣ̎̓ͬ͌̃̒̎̀̕͠ͅd̵̢͊̆̑̾̿͏͏̨̱͎̟͖

A smile crosses her face as she flips back up her hood and vanishes into the crowd. They most unlucky have already clawed their eyes out. It's a truly horrible site. But the girl and the butterfly think it's amazing.

"I'll try and keep an eye on it. It might be a good idea to send my assistants out." Igor nods thoughtfully.

"We could always get in touch with the inmate master." Justine is also thinking. From shat the book says, Nyarlathotep is no laughing matter. Even Caroline is in a deep thought, the cheeky smirk she usually has is missing.