Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26657521-20150725023301/@comment-25908355-20150810101404

Iolite: Um.. You're still a 12 year old, Jess. Just give me directions, and I'll drive.

Sard continues fighting for almost half an hour straight, with no breaks. He began to get used to the almost endless noise of gunfire and explosions, and he began to almost not even feel the black gas, as the corruption was slowly turning him more and insane. Finally, he hears an all-too familliar click.

Sard: Out of ammo..

A beep.

Sard: Out of missiles..

A ding.

Sard: Out of fuel..

A sigh.

Sard: Out of luck..