Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20161010075203/@comment-26383377-20161015180544

Hank was sitting on a log that he was currently using as a chair. He was counting the ammo he had on him, and sorting the different types. he held a single round, it was huge, to the point that he could wrap his fingers around it. "You can't go wrong with .50 BMG." He laughed to himself before loading it into a magazine.

Emily was sharpening her machete. She used long, careful strokes on the side of her blade to ensure that it was sharp enough to cut through foliage, as well as through flesh and muscle.