Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-24510587-20160112200505

Clyde, with his horribly deformed face, felt somewhat out of place in between all these eerily beautiful people. He gripped his Laser Rifle tightly, ready for whatever these gymnasts might be up to.

Alexander didn't trust the situation, either. He readied his .44 revolver. "How exactly did this building survive the nukes?" He inquired to Wesley.