Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160217002802

DM saw Grigor's shirt fall, evaporate.. now he was concerned.

''"Uh.. Mistor Armstrong.." He tried to call out, but the chemicals were making breathing difficult."Your shirt, sir.. it's been disintegrated." ''He was on the verge of a coughing fit.