Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-30014014-20181207142438

"Now, if that ain't the proper understatement of the year..." Mordekai continues his game, only to pause it after a few seconds. Even under his mask, the man in orange can see impending regret in his eyes.

He stops his game, turned to said man "Hmpf, what am I even even joking on about? It's not even a Jeep of mine. The poor owner of it got ripped away with the door like some onion peel. I'd bury him it I somehow found his corpse, but the blasted thing probably didn't leace a piece of him, with hungry it looked like..."

His eyes lower for a second, pondering. They rise again "I'll tell you what, friend, you should make your peace in case one of these daft things get to ya. It'll be a cold day in hell when one of the freaks try eating me alive, I'll tell you what".