Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171204043121

(S9)

'''What's wrong with them? Don't they plan things out or were they expecting a glorious last stand on an amusment park? For all we know there's already a group of people hiding, waiting'''

'Jorge' Makes his way to the opening of the fun house and for the first time since he meet Tirush he removed his helmet and expels the contents of his lungs. A thick clear viscous fluid slowly makes it's way out of his lungs and onto the ground below. He heaves and hurls loudly as if doing so he would expunge his troubles and free him from his misery, but all his efforts just made him feel worse than before.

As he lifts his head up he feels light headed and stumbles backward slightly before leaning back into the wall and expunging more clear hatred onto the funhouse. He hated the place even it had done nothing to him. He did not even know of it's existence beforehand but he hated it with a seething passion and was adamant about expelling his hatred on the building.

After fully releasing his disgust upon the building he collapsed onto his knees and groaned before trying and failing to stand back up.

Pathetic.

"Guhhhh. Shut up! If you were in my boots you'd do the same."

With a groan he finally makes it back onto his feet and looked at his team members and smiles weakly.

"Sorry... Not used to this new armor."