Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32632608-20170819045822/@comment-32632608-20170819105920

Waves of sand shivered across. Best to keep your eyes- Or in a certain character's case, eye, from biting the dust.

(Old Clocktower)

Heavy breaths were taken, and he threw yet another bomb into the sky.

???: Someone should see that, right? *Sighs, and stares at his painted nails* Well, I'm going to need more TNT if nobody come here.

He sits down backwards on a wooden chair, watching from the crow's nest of his tower, looking for people.

???: I'm running out of canned soup, too... *Rubs the vial on a string hanging on his neck, treated like a necklace.*