Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20150501032315/@comment-24652012-20150506045414

4 Hours latter Charmer walks down the hallway into the mess hall for some coffee before bed, alone at a table he sees a kig-yar by the name of Jag, with 2 cups of drink already their.

"Charmer, good to see you my friend, its been a long time. Come buddy, come have a seat with me and have a drink, just like we use to." the kig-yar said.

Charmer: "Jag, how you been buddy, I missed you. I would be so happy to catch up with you and make merry..... theeeirs, just one problem, ""Jag"".... What kind of a ideot do you take me for?"

Jag: "I.... beg your pardon?"

Charmer: "You.... Are NOT Jag! I saw with my own eyes, in battle againced the chat, he took a 65 caliber bullet to the head, the impact blasted it clean off!"

Jag: "What are you talking about? i'm right hear, I already got some coffy for you don't you want it?"

Charmer: "No! You are not! Jag is dead, he has been dead for 4 years! Go to hell!"

Suddenly Jag gets up, knocks over the table staring at him, his eyes become a piercing red. "I will be back!" in the blink of an eye, he disappears, now no one is their but Charmer. The walls are solid, theirs only one door, now gone Jag's fading voice repeats: "Just you wait, I will be back!"

Charmer: "I AN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOST!"