Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5543592-20170622173242

"There's a whole bunch of people camped out in the Seattle underground.  Been there for a while, I think, no idea when they all showed up."

The man pointed the rifle across the room at a very ragged looking dartboard hanging from the wall, and squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened.

"God fuck it..." He muttered, tossing the weapon aside, into a piece of similarly scrapped pieces of technology. It bounced off a Protectron torso and then settled at the bottom of the pile.

"It's pretty chaotic," he continued, standing up from his stool, "and no one really keeps tabs on it, because it's only chemheads and other degenerates down there.  The Director's the guy who runs it.  Basically, the Undercity's a huge club, and the Director's it's owner."

The masks appeared very much like gas masks, only made out of a heavy metal (titanium), and not seeming to possess any rebreather. They were definitely the same kind of mask Kheiro wore, and all appeared identical. He noticed there were some touch buttons on the lefthand side of it, the kind shaped to fingerpad that you tapped to activate instead of pressing hard. One button was above the other, and on each was an arrow, one pointing up, the other down. Other than that, it appeared to be an incredibly complex piece of technology that only a scientific mind could comprehend.