Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-7262318-20170428002026

Duncan frowned. "I'm not a generic soldier, Deaph. But... what were you expectin'? You know what I'd love to do? What I'd love to do more than anything in this world?"

He didn't let her answer. "Relax. That's my cuppa' tea. Go out into the forests, one that isn't irradiated, pitch a tent, unwind, and let the world go by with a drink in my hand and someone else in the other. But this world, it won't let you go by peacefully. You relax for a fraction of a second, and you've got an army of mirelurks or somethin' running into the ground."

He pulled himself back and sighed. "I dun't... there's not much room in life for anythin' besides fighting. Because if there's anything I should know, you put your gun down for just a second now, and hell breaks loose."

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Tyrus simply scanned over the man from head to toe. "Hired gun, I assume?"