*A hooded figure stands before the camera. The figure wears a robe with sleeves too long for their arms, with no skin exposed. The figure keeps their head facing the floor, refusing to allow the camera a glimpse of their identity.*
Jack Crow.
I am coming for you.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
The door opened and Stephen Cruz walked onto the executive lounge on the new pilgrim liner Aristotle. 'Hey Jack, ' he called, 'you've got to see this one.
Jack Crow looked up from the reports he was reading and took the tablet Stephen handed him. He viewed the message and set it back down. 'Really'¦'¦.I mean really? I've just been threatened by an escaped lunatic in an old Franciscan habit.'
'There's crazies out there every where you look these days.'
'Send it over to Rochester and see if they can trace it at all. Tell them not to spend too much time on it'¦'¦.we've got a lot more important things to be worried about.'
