Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151216000203/@comment-29559990-20151220225416

The Synth called Six stood calmly over one of the exhibits, observing a small family of Mole Rats scuttling across the ground and deep into the overgrowing foliage. Such simple creatures, they were. Their only thoughts being that of hunting, eating, and procreating. Nothing else mattered to it...

''We weren't so different, were we?" He muttered.