Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150901125012

Sam put a hand on the seeping little slit. Must there be more holes poked out of himself? there's barely anything left to flow out of that opening. The light was closing in on him but some part of his weird mind prohibited him from entering. There must be a reason for that.

"I k-know I s-shouldn't be s-speaking, but..." Sam trried to spit out some more words. "Nec si miserum Fortuna Sinonem. Finxit, vanum etiam, menacemque improba finget, old Lemuel said. Hex, as m-much I've b-been r-reduced to t-this hot mess, I-i s-still wish to keep on fighting. I-if there's j-just a-anyth-thing I c-could do, l-let me at it! She has t-taken two of us, I can't let her hurt you and everyone else as well, not while I still exist. I-if I broke her crooked back o-once, I c-could always do it a-again." He added, trying to prop himself up by the elbows. The show must go on.