Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160222230237/@comment-5543592-20160228161605

"Convient is right." Crimson said, wlaking up. There was a large purple knot the size of a golf ball just above his forehead, although he didn't pay it any attention, likely because large purple knots the size of golf balls were prety embarressing.

"If I could go claim posession everytime I did something right foul I would be..." He paused, having trouble thinking of a good metaphor, "happier than an escaped hog.