Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28840227-20161115214618/@comment-28840227-20170319105114

"HOLY- Oh that's right, she's an oomukade.", Roger comically remembered. It was in the damn brochure he had for the place, with poor Laura getting within the crosshires. "Uh, Laurs? You alright there?", he said, helping up his friend after the glomp of death.

What Roger didn't expect was for the landlady to cover the entirety of his room in her...um...sweat....wow that's uh...yeah. That's strange. Though he HAD heard of weirder mamano, like the Atlach-Nacha. Roger STILL had the nightmares.

One thing that caught was a club. A very sturdy, wooden club made clearly for bonking people on the head. "Um...miss? I don't think that was among my belongings.", Roger gulped. He knew only two types of mamano who carried around clubs that big. First you had the oni types...and then...

You had the amazoness.