Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190106223825/@comment-37843592-20190110221424

Night had came in faster than he thought and the fact that he was moderately drunk while wearing his sight impairing mask did not help him in the slightest. Nearly everything was a blur, but he could still think somewhat clearly.

The man couldn’t find the dirt road due to his temporary handicap and cursed silently as he slowly trudged carefully along the line of the woods. On every occasion, his feet would hit a stray rock or step on a small hole causing him minor nuisances toward his toes.

Without warning, one of his feet tripped against something hard and he fell down.