RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
10-04-2014, 07:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-04-2014, 10:42 PM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
Initially, Watson's mouth was agape. If one looked in his left eye, they'll see blank, soullessness. If one looks in his right eye, they'll see the object of his affections a mere pile of dust.
His sorrows were not mitigated by the fact that they even won. He would kill them again, if he could, and then make a new hat out of their armors. It would've been a lovely, metallic hat.
Not being able to see past the flawed idea of an extremely heavy hat, Watson had faceplanted on the ground, unresponsive. He is lying beside Mael.
His sorrows were not mitigated by the fact that they even won. He would kill them again, if he could, and then make a new hat out of their armors. It would've been a lovely, metallic hat.
Not being able to see past the flawed idea of an extremely heavy hat, Watson had faceplanted on the ground, unresponsive. He is lying beside Mael.