Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140517150429/@comment-24267566-20140523023241

"They arent real! Theyre twisting their min-" Delin was cut off mid sentence by a sharp stick stabbing into the back of his leg.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Delin looked behind him to see the little boy that he pushed into the wall running away laughing. A voice sounded through the hallway. "This isnt imagination weakling. Look at your group falling. Sadness overcomes them when they see their family in trouble. It humors me"