Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510200903/@comment-28742621-20170726081009

'Why would we do that? That sounds sensable.' Slythos says mockingly.

BECAUSE THERE ARE SLANNESHI PANSIES HERE! a booming and enraged voice reverbrated inside Slythos's skull, causing a wave of excrutating pain which was amplified by the drugs in the air.

Muttering a curse word (in his home tongue) that would have caused his mother to wash his mouth with industrial-grade disenfactant, Slythos collasped onto the ground.

'Thought you were tougher than that, Sly' the disembodied voice of Ssyorne laughed mockingly, though in a much more reasonable volume. Groaning, Slythos touches the back of his head, his hand coming away slick with blood.

'Must have hit my head in the fall' Slythos mutters to himself as things started to fade to black......