Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180429234208/@comment-3293219-20180503211129

The Sniper cried out in anguish as the blade dragged against the bone in his shoulder.

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"Even if that is true, do you really want me making decisions, without consultation? What if I decide to cut your rations by 80% and keep it for myself?" The Doctor asked, with a shrug.

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"We think they were domestic animals, that escaped." She admitted, with a shrug.

"Best guess we have."