Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140419023320/@comment-24296957-20140420225946

When Drait placed the contact in his eye, he smiled. He liked the idea of a new challenge.

"Yeah, I have a question," he replied, "How many lives do we get?" Drait wasn't concerned about the fact of failing. It was the fact he might just decide to 'accidentally' trip one of his fellow players. Or me might 'accidentally' shock one of them in combat. He smiled at the thought.

"Oh, and one more thing.  When does the kickass start?"