Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-26187158-20170607204717/@comment-30653199-20170609185240

Kaleidoscope.

That one word had haunted the Flesh since the day he died.

When he died, when the claws of that vandalised monstrosity closed down on him for the final time, he was angry. Angry at the man he thought he could trust, the man he had been so kind and helpful towards. He began to believe that all hope was lost.

Until the small, whispering voice called out to him.

Kaleidoscope.

And then he woke up, stuck inside an old spare head.

Today was the day he would find what his supposed destiny really was.