Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191031234433/@comment-5543592-20191112003518

They reached the bridge that led from Mercer Island back onto the mainland. They followed the shore of Lake Washington south, the grasslands to their east, the road ahead of them. They passed through Renton in Beacon Hull. They walked among the ruined, shattered giants of Seattle. They passed beneath South Tower, the forner headquarters of the Cause. It stood more ruinous than most, having suffering a direct assault by the Brotherhood of Steel during the Battle for Seattle.

The sky was overcast this day, and stiff wind tore down the street, amplified by the buildings as if they were in one, massive corridor.

The Armor King inspected Rick. He reached out with one cannon-like finger and poked the ghoul in the mask.

"Your armor is also bad.  Worse than her's.  You should trade with the Armour King for some of his most amazing armors."