Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-26446054-20150830153747

Dex, his face shallow and underfed, peered at the others from where he sat near Theo, then staring at Olaf. He clearly had to be insane. Weak minded, of course. The world was going to end, and they couldn't die properly. It wasn't a gift anymore. It was just pain.

''Curse the Gods. We'll never make it.''