Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-25772387-20150726015704/@comment-26449336-20150727013615

Sard: Ack! Please don't hurt me! I mean no harm, really!

Sard kneels and flops fowards, holding her right arm over her head while her left flies off, only to collapse on the beach one foot from where Sard was trembling.

Sard: I was just trying to find a place to hide from these corrupted gem monsters! I can never get close enough for close combat, and with ranged it's either my aim is dreadful or my throws are weak.

''Sard sits up and looks over at her left arm, which lies limp and lifess on the sands. ''

Sard: I'm a lefty, but that arm can't get enough force into it's throws. Not after Homeworld cut it off with their prototypes so long ago. I haven't been able to adjust to that, not even after so much time has passed. Which is why I'm terrible at aiming with my right hand.

''Sard sighes, then casts her gaze back to the beach's sands, her face is hard to read, but you can feel her emotions clearly. Fury, despair, regret, and a few other feelings seem to resonate from her as she starts to shake slightly.''