Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170503201038/@comment-31749612-20170504000511

Whiskey runs his bloody hands through his hair as his eyes became shinier than normal.

He then points to some Mushrooms on the ground.

Whiskey: "T- this is b- bad...!" His voice would be soft with a tone of guilt.

He falls on his knee's, blood still leaking from his chest.

Whiskey: "I caused this! I don't deserve..." He stares at Mek and Elizabeth.