Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-31749612-20170512002837

Whiskey, seeing as it wasn't doing anything, thought of something.

''He took a few more steps toward the creature. He was still terrified, but had a plan. He let his shoulder and ankle drip blood as he got closer.''

''Whiskey: "You run, I'll run faster." He thought.''

His plan was to hopefully casue the creature to chase him, ultimitely creating a distracting so the group could try and figure out how to destroy the boil thing.