Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26268426-20170330153508/@comment-26268426-20170405114234

Trench: I told you he'd be ok.

Prasiolite: Trench, you got anything to say?

Trench: I remember this prophecy;

Sixty degrees that come in threes. Watches from within birch trees. Saw his own dimension burn. Misses home and can't return. Says he's happy. He's a liar. Blame the arson for the fire. If he wants to shirk the blame, He'll have to invoke his name. One way to absolve his crime. Another form, another time.

Lewell: That is about the eye of province!

Parchment: Uhh, hey Felidex! Even though I don't have my body, we can do Shakespeare! I'm already ahead! Nyeh Heh Heh!