Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170914193031/@comment-30014014-20170917222045

''Joshua stood again on a knee, his hexa-gment starting to lose shape. He was slowly beginning to burn from within. Despite that, his eyes scout the surrounding, seeking anymore. The migraine from the heat, and pain, were both getting to his head, prompting the man to put a hand over it.''

"Why is my cranium pouding like a pandero so badly?"

His voice is distorted and shifted, from the scorched air around his person.