Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151224155202/@comment-17114085-20151227122103

Reming stayed a bit farther away from the others. He didn't want to hear their annoying conversations. He slept sitting down, with his Remington between his legs and resting the barrel on his right shoulder. He was no longer doing this just for the money, he was pissed off at the AI and intended to kill him no matter what. Getting the Protectron was now a secondary priority.