Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190827174844/@comment-37629772-20191107085602

Not long after Jason left this necropolis of a RP, a second, much more burnt and radiated hand bursted out of a second shallow grave. Following that hand was Randy, his bushy beard full of dirt, his lungs full of coughs and his right hand gripped on his guitar.

"CA! CA!...JESUS....I'm going to need a forget-dose for this."

With a huff and a puff of his pocket jet, Randy was on cloud nine as he lazily slumped over to Thespirit dog, wrapping his arm around his shoulder as he blabbered on about how much he appreicated him before giving his a peck on the cheek and left throught the door as well.