Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190807004528

The woman returned to the couch, reclining into a lounging position with a peculiar smile on her face.

"I don't know who Sadam is, but we'll get to that later." Tanner said. "Onward."

He led them into the locker room, right onto the scene of where Johnny had cooked a man from the inside out not ten minutes before.

Tanner stopped in his tracks. "What the hell?"

The journal was extensive. Mister Fingers hadn't been lying--he had experienced a lot and every page was filled. It began with what appeared to be the Great War and extended into yesterday.

Also of note was the freshness of the pages. It implied the journal itself was only a few years old. Mister Fingers had been writing primarily from memory.

Morgan came upon three entries about Shrike-- fifteen years ago, three years ago, and a week ago.