Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170404202952/@comment-26383377-20170413044002

"Oh, deathclaws are bad, really bad, don't get me wrong." Hyzer placed his machine gun on the floor. He then grabbed his helmet by its sides ant twisted it to the left, before lifting it upwards, finally taking it off, revealing his face. He pointed at his left, injured eye, which had a rather nasty scar running across it, in the shape of a claw mark. "One of those things gave me this cut here." His voice was no longer altered by the mask. It was young, but filled with experience and wisdom, and he had a bit of gruff in his voice too.

"I learned a valuable lesson that day. Never let a Deathclaw get within twenty meters of you." He said.