Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190106223825/@comment-37843592-20190111053653

“Fuck it, if it’s Mamonos, they’ll smell me at a close distance!” He made his choice and decided to run at a random direction. He could hear the stampede somewhere, but he couldn’t tell where exactly. His vision was starting to clear up a little, but the mask still made it hard to see in the dark.

The fellow breathed hard as he picked up his legs and pumped forward as fast as he could muster. Years of traveling and exposure to some of the rough terrain made him more robust and agile, but he knew most of the Mamonos could still beat him to the pace.

He shifted his backpack and continued his half-sprint to gods-know-where. The pack was bulged, likely to be filled with items of his adventuring and scavenging expeditions.