Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26376061-20160725122800

(Why are there posts made by me when I just discovered this a minute ago? That is...strange. Okay...I was wondering why this was in my browser  history...just ignore the walls of text...or don't. I don't really care...May must have posted them. Because I sure as hell didn't. Oh well...awesome entrance though. 10 points for flashyness.)

"Ugh...and the bitch disappears. Of course. With my physical body no less. I'm STILL STUCK INSIDE THIS STUPID SHELL OF DARKNESS, and she has the nerve to fucking genderbend me. Fucking PERFECT. That bitch may still have my physical form, but at least I'm not being controlled." I get up, and walk over to a chair. "She had the nerve to genderbend my physical body...how did she even...well, I can cross that bridge after I come to it...although since I don't know how she did it, when I get my body back...ugh...I'll be stuck. As a girl." My hand starts shaking. "Do you have any booze? I think I'm gonna need a lot...anything that I can get drunk off of...I need to lose my current train of thought and never find it again..." Then I remember shadows can't get drunk. Today appears to be one of those days where everything goes wrong. I pull out a box. "Well, at least this isn't destroyed. Although everything else seems to have gone wrong, the wedding gift Morgan made is still perfect. As usual, she's the only thing that doesn't end up crumbling around me. Although...how did she get Ozma's measurements a week in advance despite not having met her? Does my she know her, or...Ah, screw it. Morgan wields a broom like a fucking katana, I don't need to know what she does with her personal life..." I grab a glass of brandy, and down it before I again remember that shadows can't get drunk.