Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170503201038/@comment-31749612-20170504201046

Whiskey stumbles toward a tree, pain hitting him at every step.

''Whiskey: "Why are we so competitive...!?" He sighs in pain before slumping against the tree and sliding down it until he is just sitting against it.''

He would feel his chest, which the bandage was a little more wet.

Whiskey: "Ugh... Now I have to pay for my competitivness..."