Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180213011953/@comment-7262318-20180213132109

Grant and Brutus were already moving down the halls with their weapons at the ready. For Grant, an old Sequoia that was fully loaded and a rifle that had taken more than it’s fair share of Legionaries and Khans. For Brutus, a two-handed War-Axe thrown together by scrap and junk metal. A chain hung loosely off the end of it.

“Finally, a battle!” Brutus said.

“Told those fuckers they wouldn’t hide here forever,” Grant groaned. “But no one ever listens to their elders, do they?”