Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20170310025322/@comment-4059927-20170315000038

Gregory Todd and the rest of his meager group arrived at the lake. This included the infamous man himself, Erick Boucher. They located their designated area of the beach, far away from the other assembled groups.

"Hey, everyone. There's your favorite guy." Michael said, sarcastically. He looked over at Erick, who wore ripped faded blue jeans, an a grey muscle shirt, the collusion of his tattoos made his arms appear even more well measured, and muscled.