Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160817220837/@comment-26178112-20160825051121


 * alex saw an old man.* Alex: i dont want to waste any of the good ones just yet.


 * they push him over to alex.*

alex: dont worry good sir, your time is now nigh...

the slaves and even some of the greenhorn soldiers looked on with horror as alex touched the old mans shoulder, he quickly started to mold up like a rotting corpse. He stunk of death more and more but kept on breathing, until finally a shrivelled husk covered in a painting's worth of green, black, and blue mold collapsed to the ground.

Alex: I can do that on a much larger scale if i really, and will, put my mind to it.