Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140615080921/@comment-5543592-20140618171213

"Bunch of shitting pansies." Muttered Pierre to himself, not speaking loud enough for others to hear. They didn't need the help of the weaklings who had cowered in the first place. The weaklings hadn't helped them, hell they'd tried on multiple times to kill Pierre. And now they couldn't even help themselves.