Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170429233152/@comment-24510587-20170515184220

(The 'traps' aren't more than fertiliser on the floor until we ignite it, Anse could just walk up here)

In everyone's sights was a man who definitely wasn't a convict. He wore a long leather coat, and under his wide-brimmed hat he had the most majestic, bushy moustache any of the convicts had ever seen. He had a sawn-off shotgun on his hip and a long, old-looking rifle slung over his shoulder. He could've stepped straight out of the 19th century, had it not been for the rather modern hood he was wearing under the hat.

"Friendly!" The man said, once again displaying an incredibly Southern accent. "This is that NCR prisoner colony, right?"