Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190807195205

The kitchen was exceptional, with black granite countertops and steel appliances. It was also spotless.

A short, thin black woman in a baggy grey shirt and athletic shorts looked up at Naomi, pausing in her baking. She looked ancient.

"What?" She shouted at Naomi. "Talk louder!"

Tim had the right hunch, and could see a few tell-tale signs of concealed armaments.

It depicted a grassy, hilly landscape, and a Norman castle. The sky was cloudly. The brush strokes were heavy, with distinct lines. The greens, whites, grays, and blues all blended together.

"One seven."

"You fail to understand the same thing as everyone else your age. Every second of life is a gamble.  Nothing is for certain, there are no safe bets."