Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-29559990-20151213205045

Near the McCormuck factory, there lied a small settlement. It was comprised of a single, two level household that was stocked full of scrap metal, tools, adhesives, and other crafting and construction materials. The name of this settlement was "Gatlin Territory! Step in here, and you're not walking out alive!"

At least, that's what it said on the sign.

The door was verry simple. As I mentioned, two levels. Made entirely out of wood and sheet metal, with a few windows and a small door. However, on the porch and on top of the squared roof, there were a few turrents set up. The ones on the roof were loaded with rockets, and the ones on the porch and a few on the lawn held bullets.

And on the side of the house, there was big metallic door that calmly slid open, the rusty gears grinding and rattling in order to do so. Once that was done, outcame the owner of the establishment, decked in caged, shiny, and all-around intimidating power armor. In his right hand, was his sawed off shotgun that he called 'War Pig'. On his side, was a 10mm pistol. It's name was simply "Darren". Also on the man were a few unneeded items that he'd hope to sell for a few bottlecaps.

With his shotgun loaded, he set off through the wastelands...