Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170823004839/@comment-31749612-20170824203522

As Whiskey neared the figure, the worst thing happened.

He realized it wasn't a person at all...

''In fact, it wasn't even alive. It was a bent pole with ripped cloth on it. This caused despair to fill Whiskey's veins as he stood there, staring at the pole and cloth...''

But, that's when he thought of something.

''If that's there, then that means people have been here! This thought caused Whiskey to trudge onward, determined to get out of this damn place. Wherever he was...''