Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150414013830/@comment-27783182-20150414225915

Amira woke up in the middle of the ocean, with ragged armor, no weapons, scars and completely broke. He looked around, no land. He looked down, and he was on some kind of raft-like structure made out of sticks and leaves.

"Where the hell am I?!" He shouted.

Blue sky above and blue ocean below, and nothing but water on the sides. He started freaking out until he lost it. He was completely insane.

"In the name of Stanley the Talking Grapefruit, there is water everywhere!" He stood up and laughed like a maniac.

He broke one of the twigs and started pretending it was a sword. "You better run, you scurvy weresharks! Here's a pirate with a sword waiting for you! Arrg!"

(Welp. Amira's gone.)