Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170823004839/@comment-31749612-20170823010405

(Oh, I think I know what you think I was going to.)

Getting up, Whiskey looked around, afraid.

''He tried collecting his bearings. One minute he was sleeping, the next he was in the middle of snow.''

Nothing made sense to him, and he was starting to feel cold...

After a few moments, he started walking in a random direction, breathing heavily.