Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190805183519

The consensus the numbers reached more or less directed them east.

Shanks rearward check was too little too late--they were already hopelessly lost, and had left themselves no trail to find their way back. The trees expanded as far as the eye could see.

"I've been alive for a very long time." He said. "I don't mean to brag, but I daresay I could be one of the oldest men alive," he held up a hand, "barring a few exceptions."

He leaned towards Morgan. His irises were a dark brown color, bordering on crimson. The whites of his eyes were tinged a sickly yellow. His breath was hot and minty. "And I've spent that time accumulating experiences.  Knowledge.  And I've recorded it all in there."

Johnny came to the end of the hall, with a closed door. It was labled "LOCKER ROOM" in large print. He did not hear anyone on the other side.