Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170724204235

The Hundred-Hands were like statues. They made no movement as he approached.

The simple lumbertown had been cleaned up, the bodies cleared, but the bloodstains remained. Hundred-Hands stood guard at intervals throughout, he could see from the entryway. Some were patrolling, others standing lazily on front porches, or sitting inside the windows of shops. It was unnerving, like a whole town populated by the clones of a single person. This was the world Kheiro wanted. A world where everyone was like him.