Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-24510587-20190327003210

"Did someone say 'stop an artificial intelligence'?" A raspy voice spoke up.

A pair of newcomers had stepped inside, both dressed in combat armour. One was a bald Ghoul, the other a man in his early forties whose ash blonde hair had begun to develop streaks of grey.

"Little Tanner Collins," Clyde exclaimed. "Last time we saw you, you were barely old enough to drink."