Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5543592-20190402215259

The whaler gasped, shocked. "Everyone needs whale oil!"

Josey drew his revolver and slowly walked out into the trench, looking both directions down it. It wound in bends, so their field of view was small. The sky was mostly blocked out by the red crystals growing out of the trenches walls.

"Fuckin' hate this place." Josey muttered.