The Haunted Forest RPG

"Go? Nay so fast snake, I gotta wash."
He looks down at his clothes and sighs. They're dirty and bloody, there's moth holes and loose threads hanging from his sleeves.
"Ere why don't you go and pay one o' thay guests a visit. Get us some new rags. I'll get cleaned up."
He strips down to his undergarments and piles the worn fabric on the floor.
 
"Go? Nay so fast snake, I gotta wash."
He looks down at his clothes and sighs. They're dirty and bloody, there's moth holes and loose threads hanging from his sleeves.
"Ere why don't you go and pay one o' thay guests a visit. Get us some new rags. I'll get cleaned up."
He strips down to his undergarments and piles the worn fabric on the floor.
(Sounds like a guy with Down syndrome is talking)
 
(Poor Lsky! Accents don't translate well into type! But I know what you are doing. And the British gangster slang is awesome!)



(It's kind of a Yorkshire accent. There's a lot of different accents in the UK I don't know them all.)
(Bantam, what kind of an American are you? We are the best in terms of everything. Don't succumb to the Motherland Side)
 

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