Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190215161133

Jorge turned to the dull light of the veranda and the shadow his helmet cast only now noticing that it was starting right him. He did not remember turning it, he did not remember it ever facing anywhere but out and yet there it was. Staring right at them. At him.

The dark empty eyes seemed to follow his every move, his every word... recording... judging.

It has been too long. Jorge thought as he placed a hand on Layoka's shoulder. To think that the monsters would be real this time.