Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160517075016/@comment-28270366-20160522110457

(Sometime in  948, Grimore Dungeon, A guy in a black robe is staring on an image. The image is covered with knives and spade cards...)

Ace: Dr. Hannibal Lector. I was suppose you are in charge with all these murdered children. A girl, a man, a soldier, even a dog. You make yourself a great target. *candles in the dungeon turns off*

Peanut Guard: All the lights are off! Secure the cells!

(One peanut guard was dragged... When the other guard looked behind, he saw a spade card!)

Peanut Guard: The Vogue! The Vogue has escaped! Contact Ironhelm! We need to hunt that man down!

Ace: Ha! Fools! *disappears in a puff of smoke*