Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26895279-20150923234359/@comment-26684445-20150925230301

Skull face is alone in a room, with an antique looking radio sitting infront of him in a suitcase.

"They'll have to take the bait. There are lives at stake. To them, they shal feel guilty their entire life if they let them die. But technicly, aren't they already dead? Well, I guess not yet..."

The radio buzzes and clicks, and a different piece of tech, connected to a typewriter, seems to understand these strange noises. A high pitch chirp is heard, and the typewriter begins to type.

"KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. WE ARE ALL COUNTING ON THIS NEW STRAIN."