Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160302164858

Of course he would mention the tears.. Abernathy sighed, assisting him in looking through the wagon. All he could see in there were various bags and canisters of food and drink.. along with some abandoned currency. Maybe the other would have more luck? "Well.. I was making my rounds.. and I saw someone gettin' attacked.. there was a whole group of them on him.. I think I counted about nine or ten.. couldn't tell if he was screaming in horror or ecstasy.. but either way, I tried to help 'em.. kept trying to knock the girls down, but they still kept grabbin at me.. one of them had my ankles as I was tryin' to run.. that guy.. he was already gone.. and she held on so tight that she tore my trousers up.."

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The skeletons seemed indifferent to the arrows being fired, whether they missed or hit. All it did was assist their trajectory in which to track the sniper. Although brittle, Skeletons were more magical construct than legitimate monster, thus.. pain was a tricky thing to make them feel. Same with danger.

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Such an intricate device.. and to the zombie, overly complicated. She tried fiddling with the showerhead, switching between the two different modes.. she did this several more times, trying to comprehend it. "Think... I understand.." she replied to him. "Will do best to... shower.."