Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20170129040051/@comment-27550231-20170129072842

The disheveled man looks around the meadow in confusion, his tan shorts and shirt setting him apart from the bright greens of nature.

"Where the hell am I? Wasn't I delivering a package?"

He looks down next to him and sees a rather decently sized box. The label has the name Filthy Frank? Well he has had delivered packages to some strange people before.

"How the hell... I'm probably going to get fired because of this right?"

Finally he glances back over to the screen and shrugs.

"Welp. I'm either dead or dreaming so what's the worst that can happen."

His hand reaches out for the screen, fingerless gloves rustle slightly as he extends a single finger to touch the floating visage before him.