Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20170917023931/@comment-27120173-20170918000806

Fonnie, being a good friend of Terrain, picks up the dried sponge. He peels the outer layer away, revealing a soul sand core. It is completely dry. The state of the world had penetrated his skin. There was only one hope. Radioactive waste. But that was dangerous. It could kill anyone. Except Terrain and Fonnie. The only problem was that the supply of waste was to far for Fonnie to walk. He would run out of energy before reaching it.