Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-32663439-20160717223232

(The Beastie Boys wouldn't even exist, Pac, nor that genre of music.)

Lucy Cheng stumbled over a cinder block as she entered the Riflefield Factory. "Not a good start," she said to herself, holding her revolving shotgun in both hands. She slowly walked in and looked around, analyzing the entrance of the factory.