Board Thread:Roleplaying Board/@comment-35071950-20181213023816/@comment-35071950-20181224040418

LISK, THEY CUT YOUR TAILS, OH MY GOD, WHAT DO WE DO? WHAT WE DO?

Lisk faints, and I bang on the walls, asking for care and mercy. None comes, and I stay up for hours until the cell doors open for our late breakfast.