Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-5583506-20160731011007

Jack would be met with the sight of a young woman in a black leather vest and a pair of ripped baggy pants. A stoic, man who seemed to be without an ounce of positive thoughts, and seemed to be at least a head taller than the rest of them... or a head taller than just about anyone in the world. There was a guy dressed like a greaser or some sort of a member for a pre-war motorcycle gang. And then there was the... teenager in the hoodie, suspiciously crouched over one of the fallen Raiders.