Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20150709212351/@comment-25974603-20150710232148

"Eh. Whatever." Mitchell looked around. "So, Y came over to the little circle of Alana, Daniel, and I again. As expected, Y insulted Alana, Alana insulted Y, typical day, yada yada."

'They're at each other's throats all the time. Nothing new." Joel sighed.

"Yeah, but it's kinda getting on my nerves. This is a pretty stable little community we've got here, and they are not making it any better for any of us. Joel, Alana lost her arm because of him."

"....uh, say what?" Joel's eyes went wide, looking up at him.

"Y...cut off Alana's arm. She told me about it." Mitchell looked Joel in the eyes.

"Okay. I am going to do what any rational human being would do which is...get the fuck out of here!" Joel began panicking.

"Joel! JOEL! Calm down, he's not gonna attempt to murder you."

"No! FUCK THAT SHIT! I have had enough of psychopaths waltzing into my life!'

Mitchell clutched Joel by the shoulder. "JOEL! Listen, nothing is going to happen to you. You don't need to leave. What you need to do is relax, sit down, and take a chill pill. Besides, that was a couple of years ago, and it's in the past. People, they change." Joel started to visibly calm down. "Now, let's go inside." Mitchell began walking.

"Yeah, let's go get killed." Joel muttered as he followed.