Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170625164411/@comment-5543592-20170726170950

Randall tried cramming a missile into the missile launcher through the barrel, the wrong way. Then he tried the right way and it still didn't fit.

He grew frustrated and threw the highly explosive device at the ground. "Man fuck this." He growled lowly. "Why'd people invent this shit anyway?"

He picked up a different missile, one that looked smaller with a rounder top and had HIGH INCINDERARY printed on the side. That didn't fit either, and it got a treatment similar to the first.

"Screw you!" He shouted at the missile launcher, and slammed a fist into it's side. The missile launcher popped open at it's frame, revealing the slot where you'd slide the missile in.

"Ha!" He cheered, scooping up a missile, and dropping it in, then snapping the frame closed. "I'm unstoppable."

Lights flashed on the side, indicated the missile was locked in and armed. Randall's powerful physique allowed him to easily tot the launcher to his shoulder and get it comfortably into position, like he'd seen others do when they'd tried to shoot him with these on a few occassions.

"Point at the dogs, squeeze the trigger, hope I don't blow myself up.  Simple." He muttered, sighting the center of the couryard, and opening fire. The launcher shook his arms, discharging it's payload, and the missile went screamig towards the army of dogs.