Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170529190134/@comment-31749612-20170531195547

''Whiskey hadn't noticed this... But the dock was pretty far out from the land. It wasn't that far... But it made him uncomfortable.''

''His hand hurt, it was one of the worst pains he had ever felt. He saw his knife about a foot or two away... Though would he be able to reach it?''

''He screamed in pain once more as he pucnhed it again in the face... He then started trying to grab the knife... It was right there, just barely out of his reach. ''"Get off me you damn mut!" He clenched his hand into a fist and punched it as hard as he could in the face, it yelped in pain and took a step or two back.

''Whiskey took a few quick deep breaths as he looked down at his hand... It was a mess... Blood and skin... He thought he could see some bone. He fell to his right, and was now lying on his side. He felt sick and lightheaded and he reached out of the knife with his not torn up hand.''