Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160613052136/@comment-27550231-20160617041220

I start to shamble my way to the pentagram while hundreds of dolls start to pile onto me. The dolls continue to pour from the seal onto me and try to slow me down. I raise my flaming fists into the air and slam them into the wooden ground, breaking the floor and the seal. The light and the dolls stop flowing from the broken seal and the rest of the corrupted dolls drop to the ground lifeless.

"That when the wicked sprouted up like grass and all who did inquity flourished, it was only that they might be destroyed forevermore. "