OOC: I'll just continue with my character.
IC:
Woof wakes up, looking around. He felt for his hand, and he didn't sense that sensation he had before. But as he stretched his arm, fire shot out of his hand, surprising him. He smiled and ran to join the group about 300 meters away.
IC:
Woof wakes up, looking around. He felt for his hand, and he didn't sense that sensation he had before. But as he stretched his arm, fire shot out of his hand, surprising him. He smiled and ran to join the group about 300 meters away.
Yes, I'm a dog. And I type.
It's not that impressive when you see it in real life.
It's not that impressive when you see it in real life.