Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-24530992-20170113015955

He clenched his jaw, stopping in the middle of his tracks.

"No," he began. "No. I'm fucking sick of every damn person I'm affiliated to getting killed somehow. Elric just got himself killed so we could get our hides out of there. He's dead. I had to run, knowing either he would be dead within a second, or he would make it out. Looks like I was wrong again, whoops! I don't understand why everything that I get myself into, it just falls apart instantly. It's like a curse! We just lost a city and an asset who just happened to be my best friend! All I get in return is, 'oh Stauntax, don't give up now, you still have to save the world for the millionth fucking time!' The thing is, the more I tell myself that, the worse everything gets. The more I start to believe that all of it is just bullshit, and that it's time to stop playing hero. Those words are all I can hear now, and believe me, they rang hollow the moment that this all started again."