Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160101233053/@comment-24510587-20160109004847

(You realise Clyde was already holding a shotgun to Kriegz's head, right?)

"Junior?" Clyde repeated, and he laughed, something that's not very pleasant to hear from a Ghoul's rough voice. "I'm easily a hundred years older than you, punk. I survived the Gunners. I survived the Minutemen. I survived the Brotherhood of Steel. I'm not planning to die to some raider lowlife. Even if you manage to kill me, I have enough explosives in my backpack to blow all of you and that ferris wheel to bits. Those Gutsies would be scraping you off the Fairgrounds for years to come."

Nevertheless, Clyde removed the barrel of the shotgun from Kriegz's face. "But of course, gunpoint isn't the best position to be making a deal at. If you don't want something else than your shotgun, that's fine. If you do, all you need to do is ask."