Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25726032-20160810173509/@comment-26426764-20160825232245

"Took your time." Hope quickly responded, she had her arms folded and was staring out of the window. "I assume you've not heard of our little predicament." She turned, placed on a pair of reading glasses, and picked one of her own books off her desk.

"A Mr. Asgore Dreemurr has saw fit to leave the prison that he was so justly contained in by humanity's lovely ancestors. In simpler terms," Hope paused for a moment, "he's pissed."