Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170123054051

In the memories of his lead he saw the man who condemned his family. He saw the large bunkhouse and the many children who lived there. I've seen the man who lived there before. I've know that he doesn't like me. He's despised me for quite some time, hated me for what I've done in the past. I don't bame him for hating me, but I can blame him for bringing despair and death unto my home. He has sown the seeds of ire in his field and I will reap the harvest.

Jorge walks through town in silence, his path is straight and does not deviate much. People and mamono both keep their distance for a small survival instinct dormant in their mind warns them. It screams at them of the danger, the harm that this... thing will bring should it be angered. His pace is steady as he marches through the capitol, through the outskirts of town, through the many farms that litter the countryside. His pace stays steady until he reaches his destination and stands by the exterior fence.