Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190417003707/@comment-5543592-20190417142049

The shotgun blast sprayed across the dog. Several pieces of buckshot struck the dome, cracking it, but it held together.

The dog lunged into the elevator, ontop of Paul. With all the metal on it, it was heavy enough to momentarily keep him down. It lunged for the Appalachian's throat but, upon seeing the juicy brain strapped to his back, went for that instead.

"Mhmmm?  Is someone polishing my casing?" Mobius wondered as the dog started gnawing on the glass.