User blog comment:Aghostintheboat/The Official Roleplay Room/@comment-32153758-20140825120811/@comment-5889313-20140826022805

A tall man in a black cloak that has seen better days enters the bar. He reaches the counter and grabs a bottle of whiskey and a glass, he then walks to a small table at the end of the bar. He sits, and drinks from his glass. Quite frankly, he didn't pay attention to the chaos happening outside. The man was immersed in his own thoughts, he couldn't care less.

"I guess the world is coming to an end... About time it did... It took it long enough..."

He takes a sip from his glass and ponders for a few minutes.

"After all that time. Searching for them... I found nothing... Years of my life wasted. Searching... For them... A clue... Leading me to nothing... Back to where I started... And now... I find myself here, once more... But everything's changed since my last visit to this place... Those who I once called 'brothers in arms' are gone... Nowhere to be seen... What would have happened... If I stayed with them... Only if... I made decisions I regret... Day after day... But... I'm facing the consequences of my actions... Now... The bitter taste of loneliness and past glories is all I have left..."

The man was disconnected from the world... Occupied in his own thoughts... Thinking.