Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170516204844/@comment-31749612-20170518213855

Whiskey falls to his knee's and stares at the crimson red grass. ''He then gets a calm exression, somehow. He then went into a quiet whisper.''

Whiskey: "Death... Is the solution to all problems... No man - no problem..." ''He continues to stare at the grass. "So... This is how I die..." He thought in despair.''