Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-4681758-20140328013334

While his leader slept soundly a few feet away, Silver, who was a light sleeper out of necessity, had been kept up by the approaching thunderclouds, and while he looked forward to the storm in a sense, he heard something else that he wasn't expecting.

''Is that... Did someone bring a guitar?! Stupid son of a bitch... Just please don't be Meatshield.''

As he stood up and poked his head outside the tent, Silver saw that, indeed, the music was coming from the clearing in the jungle. He would have gone over to beat Neon over the head with the guitar, but he stopped short when he saw something moving through the trees. He pulled out the spyglass he kept in his coat, and was appalled by what he saw.

At least three Kong.  ''Fuck. Well on the hand one, Neon might be killed by something other than me. On the other, one less share... Eh.''  He then proceeded to take a coin from his pocket, and mull over his course of action.

Heads, I didn't see anything. Tails, I wake up the others.

"...Wake up, Ciarán."