Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170504232541/@comment-31749612-20170506030038

Whiskey stumbles into the cafeteria, looking sickly and just plain terrible.

He put his head down on the table and put his arms around his head, so his eyes weren't visible.

Whiskey: "I just wish I could disappear... I feel as if I'm just causing un-happiness for everyone.

''His clothes were bloody and so was his bandages around his chest and ankle. His hands were still stained with blood as he sat there.''

Whiskey: "'All of that... Misery... Hatred... Despair... DEATH... FOR A FLOWER!?" 'He screamed in his headm, feeling sick.