Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181219235003/@comment-3293219-20181220230420

The Mud behind them parted as a rather pale hand clawed its way out, slowly pulling its owner out. The owner was another familiar face, though he stood hunched over, water leaking out of his eyes, nose, mouth and drenching his clothes.

His boots squelched as he moved towards Harriot, trying to speak as well but gargling his words.

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"The cities would've been far more accepting of you." Jerry sighed, keeping her gaze on the sky.

"Though I preferred the scenery out here."