Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170823004839/@comment-31749612-20170823022947

"H-H-Help-" Was all Whiskey could manage to say as he slowly staggered onward, fearing the worst.

''He could barely continue forward, watching the figure get smaller and smaller. This was causing despair to fill his veins as he stared forward, hoping whatever it was could hear him.''

"He-Help!" He then yelled, though, it was only a little louder then the first...