Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37315504-20190714190018/@comment-28718853-20191119143329

A Satyros walks down the rainy street when a lightning bolt strikes the concrete in front of her. Unfazed, she gazes up to see a floating man firing off lightning bolts everywhere. She looks back down at the bottle of wine in her hand and mutters to herself, "I think it's time I quit drinking...then again."

She takes another swig of her drink and continues her casual walk, uncaring of the threat above her.