Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190410021824/@comment-25828117-20190416085819

Willy heard the glass under his boot crunch and the smell of alcohol and blood hit his nose.

"Don't you look dashing." Ania smiled as they got seated.

William wore a formal chinese military dress uniform and an unimpressed smile. Soon all these people would be guinnea pigs for the psychotronic device.

Will looked at the chaos the waves caused, seeing people scream in agony, their noses and eyes bleeding. He looked on, passively. He didn't really want to use this thing but orders were orders.

The Ania Ray Lounge lay deserted. The jazz music had stopped, the laughter the chin-chin of champagne glasses, all of it replaced by the deathly silence. The people had become either the dead of those who were too weak or new thongzi drones.

Willy gasped. He needed to hold on to the railing of a chair in order to not fall over.