Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160416055425/@comment-26178112-20160502215726


 * alex hisself sat down, looking down at his gun...*


 * "kill them, damn it!" a voice boomed behind his head, the junk clad, paint slathered child looked in horror back at alex... fearing the mordinos his tribe taught him to despise more and more. "you going soft on me kid?" the voice was practically in his ear now, spit covered it. "no sir." he aimed his sub machine gun and fired.* 


 * alex threw the gun across the room, the clip fell out, causing bullets to pour all over the floor.*