Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170417012540/@comment-31749612-20170417031947

Whiskey would than start having a nightmare.

''He was laying in an open field sitting against a treestump with bodies all around. A sword was lodged in his stomach and he couldn't find the power to pull it out. He groaned in pain as blood dripped from his mouth.''

Whiskey: "W- Wha... This... can not... be..."

He would then notice a shadowy figure approach him.

''Whiskey would stare at the figure as it got closer. Whiskey just stared at him in fear. They stared at each other for a bit before the figure grabbed the sword and pulled it out of Whiskey.''

Whiskey: "Augh!"

''The figure would than lift the sword in the air as he got ready to swing. But before the sword hit Whiskey. He woke up and quickly sat up breathing heavily.''