Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31232700-20160222024938/@comment-31232700-20160222030130

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MRD sighs angrily as he fiddles with the communicuff on his wrist. He continues pressing the distress signal, to no avail. The warp pas just won't turn on, and nobody is coming to get him. How long was he there? Hours? Days?

MRD: Come on, come on.

MRD sighs, and gives up. He flops back onto his butt and leans against one of the walls of the desolate, silent Kindergarten. The dead injectors are riddled throughout the canyons, empty figures in the walls and shattered glass spread all over the ground. MRD is about to try the distress signal one more time, before he hears a noise, sounding like footsteps. He stands and immediately his gem glows, as he pulls a naginata out of it.

MRD: Who's there? I will wreck you.