Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170823004839/@comment-31749612-20170824212222

''As Whiskey sift through the pages, he realized it wasn't a book. It was a journal. And the name: Jason carved into it.''

Page 1: 

'''I've no idea where I am, and the storm rages on. I woke up in this barren, winter wasteland, with no sign of any life, so far.'''

'''I must make camp soon, as I fear the worst will happen if I do not. That poses as an issue, however. As I don't have much to work with.'''

Hopefully the storm will calm for a while, so as I can make my camp.

The first page ended there, and Whiskey slowly turned to the next page.