Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170419155121/@comment-26178112-20170621192635

"One of my friends was kidnapped, someone stuffed her in a white van and I last saw them pass by King street, the liscence plate, the licence plate was painted over and badly dented.*


 * He knew the likely result was either that they'd refused to help or "sent troops over to help "him" right away.", so he had a backup plan, dad was gone, trying to get a nice job for the both of them in the big city, but in the basement there was a certain box hidden underneath the concrete, a memento of dads old occupation, something he never wanted to see again.

Inside that box was two pistols, a rifle, and a knife, with ammunition for all three guns.

He couldnt let this just happen, he wouldnt let this high-born selfish piece of shit get his way. He'd take a sledgehammer from the garage, unearth that old relic, he had enough anger to drive him, if the crooked piece-of-shit cops wouldnt help him.

He'd do it himself.*