Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25405125-20150405035918/@comment-23603505-20150608022625

Bonapart groans in irritation as he fumbles around in his pocket for a potion with clumsy fingers he pops off the cork and splashes it in his eyes moments later his vision returns. "MLSA are just as clever as ever, its time to strike back" Bonapart whistles as siolders emerge from the houses and abandon buildings.