Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190827174844/@comment-38232361-20191107080913

Jason's hand erupts from the dirt as he claws his way out of the shallow grave of the RP, growling into his gas mask. He then stands up and dusts himself off before putting on a fedora and trenchcoat from a nearby coat rack and picks up a suit case. He then shakes hands with Thespiritdog, walks to a nearby door, salutes him, and walks out.