Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170310181941/@comment-5543592-20170315003955

"Maybe I will." Randall said, shrugging, apparently Wilkes had validated something he'd already been considering. "Depends on how much I want to stay and watch before things get too hot.  As I said, what you got out there are small time killers.  They ain't been in a real fight, like you and me, Wilkes.  You think your fancy make-up man is going to protect you against riflemen?  You think the Doc and the gambler are going to hold a line?" He shook his head and smiled. "Nah.

"Your dirt-bombs will work.  But if anything gets past that, you're ghosts.  Once the bombs go, only thing between you and the reaper, is that." He lifted his knife to point it at the armour. "And I ain't ever trusted my life to Old World junk, and I ain't starting now.  But then, a guy like me's got to take care of himself anyway, right?"