Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-27950421-20190729203505

I let an angry roar, and throw an angry punch at the air. The blow connects, not with a solid object, but with space time itself, cracking it and leaving a hole in reality. I stomp through angrily, muttering curses in several long forgotten languages.

a short time earlier

I let out a frustrated sigh after Ne'zon gave me her instructions, "I'll get it taken care of kid, don't worry about it."

I pick up the cart and walk down the street, muttering under my breath about stupud guards and townsfolk in several ancient languages.