Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170210230510

Famian closed the door and was awash in darkness. The light in the office was dead.

Suddenly, it flicked on, momentarily blinding him as flourescent light filled the room.

It was a cramped office, with ancient filling cabinets on both sides, pilled high was papers and dust. A desk sat directly facing the door. Behind the desk sat a man.

He was tall, with a thick chest and shoulders. He wore a sack cloth mask over his head, and a worn duster that sat over ancient military fatigues.

"Arise, shine, for the light has come," the man wearing the sack said, picking up his gauss rifle from the desktop as he stood. He had a raspy, garbled voice, not quite like a ghoul, but almost.

"The glory of the Lord rises upon you."