Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171014200716/@comment-27661770-20171015073059

H1 cocks his head, and then looks dow  at his fists.

Dammit, he forgot to clean his fists of the blood from the RA fuckers.

Ysmael bumps into Jacket, muttering a few choice words. He's not used to the blindness.

"Yeah, that stuff. We have a person who fixes it on our side but then again if Bill Cipher throws a fucking rock at her shortly after identity crisis dickwad screws us all in the ass with  asword and a sociopathic demeanor she's not entirely useful."

Bill cracks up in H1's head. What? Those were good times!

Much to H1's chagrin.

"Dorito I swear to god shut the fuck up."

Deadpool isn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or try tecahing H1 what pain REALLY is.

"STOP VOICIN' MY THOUghTS DAMMIT!"

Someone's gotta do it. Wherever DP and Venompool are, it isn't with the heroes- or the villains.

Right now they're purely neutral.

"What that guy said."