Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-5735114-20131203224307

(lol, really? My 2006(!) Mac loads this pretty fast.)

Tyranil walked in, carefully avoiding the glass shards on the ground. "Also, do you have anything for this?" Tyranil released his left hand to show a bloody wound on his upper right arm.

(Dinnerz! I shall return shortly.)