Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170713054904/@comment-31336039-20170718192116

John had painfully pulled himself on one leg and two hands toward the exit, taking care to remain has discreet as possible. Moaning from time to time when his ankle was moving or the bag rubbed his wounds.

But he quickly found himself trapped again. Desperate at the idea of ​​being stuck, he looked for the path taken by the ogress. "She did not fly away!"(Dice roll: 9 = critical failure)

Finding nothing, he panicked and approached the edge hoping to find something like a rope. But he slipped and found himself hanging on the rock with the strength of his left hand. His fingertips griping a crack in the rock for dear life.

(70 = success) Having practiced climbing at the university, John managed to remain calm enough to push  his valid leg on the wall to ease the pressure and managed to get back with difficulty.

Freak out, tired  and hurted, he decided that he was fine where he was for now. Dragging himself to a safe corner to lay down. His tired mind had just commit a stupid mistake.

"I almost took a one-way trip." He cursed, settling his wounded ankle comfortably.

"At least it's not broken. A sprain?" He shuddered at the idea of ​​retaining a reduced mobility of three weeks to recover.

"How am I suppose to escape from here?" he wondered as he slowly drift in distress. To push back the black ideas, he forced himself to think about what was waiting for him when he returned home. A good bed, hot meals and his white sheperd that he had left at his parents' home.

"..." a tear ran down his cheek.

"And shit, fucking plane! Why did you need to crash me in a fucking rpgist universe!!!!!" He got furious and throw a rock the size of his fist through the opening towards the ravine.