Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26637171-20160613194400/@comment-26814804-20160621065653

Jimmy sat down, regrettably, on his coffin. He couldn't think standing up.

He tried to remember. He had fallen into the Underground in an attempt to find out more about the place. He wanted to know every plant, every animal, every monster. He wanted to learn about the place so he could teach the other humans that the monsters weren't all that different after all.

He had wanted them to understand. From the very beggining, they'd told him about the bloodthirsty monsters.

The soul-stealing monsters.

The human-killing monsters.

The monsters that were incapable of anything but hate.

And he'd dissagreed with them. He'd thought the monsters were capable of good things.

And he HATED himself for it. He remembered the last moments. His notebook had been torn. Now, feeling around, he realized his glasses were gone too. He didn't need them, they were actually a weapon. As he found, monsters were hesitant to use combos against people wearing glasses, and that gave him a breif period of safety after every hit. But against Gerson, with his 65 AK, INV didn't make a difference. That 22 HP of his had drained in a single hit.

He had to find his notebook. He'd written down notes on how to help the monsters, sure, but he'd also written notes about their weaknesses as well. Since it didn't look like there were any other humans alive, he'd have to be careful about this.