Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20171215023942/@comment-29637681-20171215060836

Lucious walks over. All three of them sit on a large rock in a clearing. “Heard you guys talkin’ about me.”

With a desperate, hopeless look on his face, Adder grabs a nearby rose. Black. Like death. Unlike the ones Cinder would always give him, unlike the red roses he always saw. This one was black. It symbolized despair and sickness. Something he’d always suffered. It makes him tear up and his body starts quivering violently.

“I’d rather die than relive those experiences of the past...”

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One good turn deserves another. I helped you develop our characters, so it’d be really great if you could please help develop mine.