Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35674737-20180901070307/@comment-36855838-20181022043710

D-A-N-G-E-R

He looks worried, writing back.

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M-O-N-S-T-E-R-S

He chuckles.

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A sharp claw, digging easily into his flesh.

I_A-M_O-N-E

He recoils, crawlimg away, slowly, feeling carefully in front of him as he tries to get away.

Time to write on his back.

Y-O-U_C-A-N_N-O-T_S-E-E?

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I lift him uo, we're gettoing nowhere fast, maybe a nice safe treehouse will keep us safe enough to chat.