The "No Fandom Politics" Dressing Room RPG's Journal

Have some new blood
Oh... Where has the chaos brought us now?

[A tired voice floated through the halls, hoarse from fatigue and filled with the sound of utter hopelessness.
The man was tall and thin... Extremely thin. His labcoat hanging loosely around his form, tattered and dirtied, obviously well worn.
The man himself was otherworldly in appearance. His skin was green, and looked scaly in texture, with two blood red eyes peering out from his face. His sparse hair was black, though rigid. Stiff and thick-looking.

Despite his alien appearance, the man was not repulsive, or not even particularly 'ugly'. In fact, his withdrawn stance, his cowering movements and nervous mannerisms seemed somewhat endearing, a kind of 'pathetic', like a lost puppy.
A particularly compassionate soul might just be sympathetic towards him.]

I'm sorry sir... [He reached into the pocket of his labcoat, pulling out a small figurine which he cradled softly in his hands.]
I still don't think we're home yet...

Current Mood: scared