Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20151115010116/@comment-26383377-20160702014504

Hank wiped some sweat from his forehead as he continued his long trudge through the wasteland. He was hungry, very hungry. And he found it increasingly hard to keep himself up. "Shoulda stole one of those damn NCR Vertibirds." He thought out loud. He let out a series of coughs as he fell to one knee. "Goddamit..." He grunts beforee standing back up again. He's lived a hard life, and he wasnt going to allow it to end due to some uncured radiation. "Go through the crater, hank. It's a shortcut, Hank. It's probably not even that irradiated,Hank." He mocked his previous thoughts. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Hank suddenly froze, seeing movement in the distance. He squinted and approached it to get a better view. ''Holy shit! Is that a deathclaw?'' he thought to himself. He pushed the lower part of his trench coat back, revealing his holster. He proceeded to slide his Plasma revolver out of it's holster. Hank pulled back the hammer with a satisfying click. Before approaching the horrifying beast.