Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-13488655-20161201225548

Flint continued to stay in the room, trying to move around the mental image, but it was blocking him at every turn. He was at a loss. Each night he always looked forward to putting on the mask, to become someone else. It was slowly consuming him and he never even realized it, or wanted to admit it. He couldn't even tell wha twas going on around him in his state of mind. Was he sitting there for seconds? Or have minutes passed by without him even realizing it?