Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-7262318-20171205020601

"Yeah, I'm not with whackjob here either," Baros stepped up. "Look, I'm just trying to get off the island. We all are. None of us belong here, and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it!" Boa said, rising up. "Got nabbed on a midnight walk, got nabbed drunk in the bar, got nabbed on a hunting trip, heard it!" He listed them off on his fingers. It was there that they could see his arm wasn't his. It was metallic, and glimmered in the candlelight that illuminated his War Room. It operated like the normal arm would.

He glared at all of them. "You're fresh off the boats, so you don't know. But what have you been told so far about our little island?"