Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190808170132

Mister Fingers pursed his lips as he worked on the extraction, a man at his craft.

"Ah, but the gun didn't fire.  As I know it wouldn't." Mister Fingers twisted, pulling the retina loose. Morgan felt her eyeball pop out of its socket. The experience was equivalent to someone hitting her head against a wall. "I told you Morgan, my favorite gamble is a rigged one."

The retina snapped, and then he pulled his hand back, delicately clutching her eye between the sharpened points of his fingers. Strings of severed blood vessals dangled from it.

"This will look good on my mantle.  I will put it next to my concerto trophies."

"No, no, you'll see come." Tiaret beckoned, ushering Naomi into the next room, where she would immediately spot Johnny.