Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20170502195041/@comment-24852191-20170722211902


 * The air reeks of Alucard's diminishing darkness. He looks down at the ball and picks it up. He scowls at it and and clinches it so tight that his white gloved hand begins bleeding.


 * Meanwhile, Rune, Cassins, and I land aboard the Hansgraf.

Me: Colonel, take him to the brig.

Cassins: Aye, sir!


 * I run to and enter CH6. I see Alucard standing there with a bloody hand and his coffin obliterated.