Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-25828117-20160717224101

Tatenicholson001 wrote: (The Beach Boys wouldn't even exist, Pac, nor that genre of music.)

Lucy Cheng stumbled over a cinder block as she entered the Riflefield Factory. "Not a good start," she said to herself, holding her revolving shotgun in both hands. She slowly walked in and looked around, analyzing the entrance of the factory. The Factory seemed devoid of any life. Dust had collected on the production-line and most of the metalworks had rusted beyond repair. So far nothing of value to scavange. Not in the main room anyways. There was a foreman's office up some stairs though.