Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161118225709/@comment-24123288-20161212220015

"Traps you say?" Harriot grinned, jogging over as she caught the rifle, all giddy. Certainly the most anumated she'd been since Dougs passing..

She scratched her chin.

"Like...landmines and such? Oh that'd be great.."