Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191214015213

@everyone

Prad simpers, almost laughing. He wasn’t “That’s what they all say. That’s how it always begin. Clamor of holding to a higher purpose. Then they start forgetting it. Slowly, as they feel more and more comfortable. Isolated, holding themselves superior to the rest. After all, nobody stopped them, why would they now?”

A gravel expression anoints his face as he lifts husband gaze to the scientist “Then, a first missing, a small cut into the forbidden. Before then, the reason is lost. And all that is, is the joy of control over those nobody’s. Morsels with the honor of being partner of the ‘experiment’...”

He looks away again, a more...eulogized expression.