Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-25828117-20160114222517

Wesley walked outside. Once again coming face to sack with Reming but he wasn't afraid of any of these roughish types. In a way he pitied them. All that wasted potential, in this world you needed something to fight for and a perfect body seemed like such an obvious goal.

He looked up at the sky.

"Ah... no stars. Probably gonna be pretty misty soon. It was pretty moist this morning as well."