Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-25828117-20160725163531

Kapaa was far away and the jungle was dark and treacherous. Even though it was now night, the air was still humid, mainly due to whatever moisture that was still in the plants and mingled with the atmosphere. The sounds of the jungles called out. There was plenty of life here, it was just hiding everywhere. And that included predators...

Going out at night was dangerous. Even the Flamingo Tribals knew this and appeared to have stopped their search. Confident that the blasphemers had to have stopped running as well. If they hadn't. They'd probably discover the bodies tomorrow morning, or whatever was left of them.

Jack Foley could also hear the gunshots deeper down the ruins.

The coast of Honolulu used to have nice beaches where surfers impressed tourist girls, now the sand was filled with rubbish, just like the streets on the embankment, where the shops looked out over the ocean. There was probably some loot to be had here, but it was dark and not far off a fight with raiders was goin on.