Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5583506-20190903205337

"Oh, I am sorry for being protective of the people I actually do give a shit about", he snorted.

He felt on his pockets. He still had his handgun, but it wouldn't do much against whatever monstrosities that lurked in the wilderness, and his sword was back at the Warehouse. Instead he approached the steel beam he had been impaled on an twisted it loose from the wreckage, giving it a couple of sturdy swings in the air.

"This will have to do."