Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170504232541/@comment-31749612-20170505001516

''Whiskey looks around, tears now pouring down his face. Though, he starts to slowly limp in the place that they need to go in order to get the flower.''

He clenches his chest, in deep pain.

Whiskey: "It was pointless... It always was... Since the beginning..." ''He says without turning around or stopping. Though, he is limping really slow.''