Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26044791-20150828072054/@comment-26044791-20150829004518

High Prince Imrahil wrote:

James of the iron hills wrote: Some guards jostle through the yard and come over to Dimentia who sat in the corner, tearing off a fly's legs and eating them. "Mr. Dementia." Said one guard impatiently, he didn't respond. "SIR!" He shouted bludgeoning him with his gun stock, "The chairman wishes to see you," With that they dragged him off, who knows what's happenign next. "Pardon! May I ask what his fate is?" Asks the father to a nearby guard "Will he need last rites?"

"None of your business! Chairman wants 'im!"