Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170625164411/@comment-5543592-20170727175531

Randall yanked a flag pole from where it had languished for the last two hundred years in the corner of the office from it's mounting, and tore the red, white, and blue flag from the end of it, which he tossed aside. He lowered one end of the hollow pole to the ground and stomped on the head of it a few times, forming a point.

Holding his improvised spear in both hands, he headed out into the hall, looking for stairs up, wanting to make his way back to a place he could climb around in safety.