Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190520181834/@comment-25828117-20190609021652

The computer continued whatever it was doing, seemingly unperturbed by Randall. It was just a machine after all. It needed commands, input, something.

A wide array of buttons lay before the ex yakuza/slaver. All of them lit up by the bright green light of the screen. It was so bright that looking directly at it hurt your eyes, and they would especially hurt Randall's.

The artificial light created long shadows where it couldn't reach.