Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151221021707/@comment-3293219-20151223171856

"Huh, so you're basically a boy version of me?" She replied, chuckling a little under her breath as she pushed the button up to the top floor.

"So... Was joining the mercinary band your choice or... family tradition?"

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Inside, he could see a group of men in spike armour trench coats and black gas masks, the masks had red trimming, like blood was leaking out of the compressors but it was obviously red paint.

At the center of the room stood a man in a suit, sawing away at his victim's limb, which was being held down in a vice. The arm fountained blood, which assembled at the suited man's feet, though it didn't seem to bother him, if anything it just encouraged him to saw faster as he continued his amature amputation.