Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170508193735/@comment-31749612-20170510012757

''Whiskey would continue to hang there with one arm on his side, the other having the roped tied around it, keeping him hanging there. The arm on his side would have blood running down it and he felt sick.''

''Whiskey: "I don't want to die... Not like this..." He thought in despair.''

''He wouldn't try to climb back up. Since he knew what was up there, and because it was turning night. All he could do was wait.''

(Also, you and Chaos are going to be the only ones who knows about that, probably. Since nobody was here to read it.)