Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-17657610-20191019182221

Ishmael wiped the liquid from his goggles and licked it. That's blood all right, what the hell was going on?

"They're better off than us. Also like I said before Lem, I'd only seen one tree before getting shipped off, this is something else for me. Reckon this is some witch or xeno's doing, ain't never seen it before where I'as from. Whatever it is, it's a bad omen. Let's keep moving!"

With that, Ishmael continued bulling his way towards the bolter fire with Lem hot on his tail, through the red mist. Ishmael was confident that he was going in the right direction, even as small amounts of blood began to congeal on his goggles. ''Are we lost? No, we're not lost.''

"Almost there!"