Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170404030128

"Help you." The man said, scratching his eye, then gave a dry laugh, looking away. "So you can help me." He sat up in his chair and looked her in the face. His eyes were vibrant green color, exceptionally so. "Before I start, you need to understand something.  Mercer Island, the town-- it's a good place, it's what it looks like.  It's a thriving post-war civilization.  There's nothing wrong with it.  The palace though, it's a different story." He lifted the glass to his lips and drained the rest of the scotch, setting it aside. "It's not like the rest of the island.  It's some sort of game.  It's like... it's like we're in a play put on for the Crimson King's entertainment.  It's all one big set piece, and we're going through assigned roles.  Does that make sense?"