Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5543592-20190407021804

"You want to... make a plan?  I normally just run headfirst at these things.  If I think too much I realize how stupid and suicidal it is." Tanner said.

Inchi and Chotto both stared dumbfound at the former man's dislocated arm. With a cry of anger, he drew a wakizashi from inside his coat with his free hand. The metal screetched as it exited its sheath and he swung at William's neck.

There was the sound like a hammer hitting a nail, and the top of Inchi's head exploded in a spray of blood. The Yakuza immediately went slack and fell to the floor, the sword clattering from his hand.

One of the Chotto's women was sitting, holding a silenced pistol, previously concealed behind the couch.

"Look what you made me do." Chotto sighed, gesturing at Inchi's rapidly bleeding corpse. "I'll catch hell for this."

They pressed through the forest. But instead of thinning out, it grew thicker and thicker, to the point that they were becoming tangled in vines. It was becoming a struggle to push them aside. The vines seems to latch on or stick to them almost by design, as if they had evolved to trap humans.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Josey growled, struggling to free his foot. It had disappeared into the ground, and wouldn't budge. Morgan and Denis noticed something similar as they had stepped in after him.

"Think we're sinking." As if to prove a point, the ground next to him bubbled, and Josey sunk a noticalbe several inches into it. They had stepped into a bog. "Ah shit."