Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170222205200/@comment-7262318-20170227202111

Duncan put his rifle and grenades down. Rick, reluctantly, took his beloved shotgun and handed them over.

"They said all weapons, Rick," Duncan reminded him. The ghoul grumbled and handed over the grenades and submachine gun that he had hidden in his coat.

"Rick..." Duncan folded his arms, and the ghoul growled. He reached into his pants and pulled out 2 revolvers and a crossbow of all things that had been concealed by his camo trenchcoat. Ammo and all.

Duncan continued to give that disapproving look, and Rick angrily ripped off his boot and emptied out the contents. A large amount of shells, a 10mm pistol, and a lot of grenade pins.

"Backplate."

Rick reached into the back part of his coat and pulled out 2 pipe rifles and a laser pistol.

"And Bonny."

"Oh for fucks sakes with you!" Rick spat. He reached into his sleeve and ripped out an old western revolver and put it down. "Satisfied?"

"Yeah."