Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26163219-20160729231457/@comment-11163511-20160801034322

Bane was just cleaning his equipment in his vending trailer, not noticing much outside. As usual, he loves a good whiff of the fresh air so he opened up the windows only to smell a strange smokey odor as well as feel a burning sensation on his skin. "Ack! waaat de bleedin 'ell! Why dis stench makes me smeller stuffy! an' who wud git a freakin' sunburn at dis time av day!" It was a bit late at the afternoon, when the sun had become less harsh. Bane slammed the doors and quickly squeezed a mound of lotion out of a bottle he kept in his pocket.

He looked around, noticing that there wasn't a reflection on his well-polished organ pipes. He wasn't completely convinced and since some of his pipes were made of a silver alloy, Bane put his hands on one of the big pipes only to immediately pull it back for it was like soaking his hand in acid. He was on the brink of panicking when he rubbed on his neck checking for marks to which there were fortunately none.

"Dis canny be 'appening! waaat 'av oi become?" He made a roaring scream that echoed across the parking lot.

((For your reading convinience, this is his original dialouge text before the dialect was added

Ack! What the bloody hell!Why this stench is making my nose stuffy! And who would get a freaking sunburn at this time of day!

This can't be happening! What have I become?))