Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-31369049-20171202020742

Zatt sat against his tree door.He had a strange square machine on the ground next to him.

Let me try and describe the machine.

It was a rectangular prism, maybe 1 foot by 7 inches.It had a series of dials each determining strange values like "Tune" and "FM".There were also 2 switches on it.One for on and off and one for "FM or AM".It had taped wrapped around the top and bottom.And a thin silvery rod sticking out of the top.

Eminating from the box was noise, it was fuzzy and sounded muffled.The noise was melodic, it had the use of a brass instrument but what this brass instrument was called was yet to be defined(As we are in a medieval style era.)And a man saying something.It was non-sensical and sounded something like "Winding your way down to bakers street.Light in your head and dead on your feet."Which made very little sense if I hadn't already gotten that across.

Zatt was still wearing his baby-blue star pajamas.Although it was alot more menacing considering he had a green glowing tipped spear that he was holding onto in one of his hands