Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160314223506

As their senses came flooding back, they came to terms with the stench of musty, decrepit air and the chilling silence of a grave site. The air carried harsh fog and wind moved at a snail's pace, leaving the smell of topsoil and mulch to hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. The land was gray and empty, the sky hidden behind silver clouds, and the feeling of even the looming war on the horizon felt snuffed out under the oppressive quiet.

Armstrong opens his eyes, looking about in stunned silence, attempting to truly fathom what was surrounding him.