Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5543592-20190402210715

"You're wrong." Tanner shook his head slowly. "I might be one of the few people that truly do know how you feel."

He produced two .357 rounds and held them up between his knuckles. They would fit neatly in Shanks' canine ears.

"You don't find the Yakuza, the Yakuza find you." The whaler said. "But I know them.  They're my main customers."

As Willy strode off, someone intercepted him. A short, wiry Asian man, with greased back hair and greasier features. He wore a wide smile, showing gold, yellow, and black teeth. He wore torn jeans and tank top, revealing the bands of tattoos around his arms.

"Róngyì, xiōngdì!" The man said, laying a hand on Willy's chest to stop him from progressing further. "Nǐ de pǔtōnghuà fēicháng hǎo!"

''Easy there, brother! Your Mandarin is very good!''

"Hold on to your butts!" Priors shouted.

Josey felt the Vertibird should have been blarring an alarm, a siren, something. Instead it was deathly quiet inside the cabin, the only sound being the faint russeling of the wind as it tore by outside.

The ground was zooming up towards them. From their perspective, it seemed like a vast, dark wall that was approaching rapidly.