Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160717231622

Floyd walked through the swamp with the others, every step ellicting a filthy sloshing noise as the mud collected on his soles. He groaned as mosquitoes buzzed about him, quickly slapping one that landed on his neck dead. "When I said I wanted to die being sucked dry, this was not what I had in mind." He complained. By now, the outline of Tiana's shack was just visible, and Maurice's men made their way in.