Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161129060922/@comment-26517142-20170703012200

Nyarcca slaps at his shoulder, somewhat amused. ''You devil. And where do you suppose we get the Werewolf from? Killing iss fun and all, but...''

Shiela: I-I'm sorry.... did you say, bets?

Warrick nods slowly, as if the question wasn't entirely new to him. "We always place bets. On... who that boy's going to destroy next. A pack of bots... a monstrous lab-form... a convited criminal... we just take out pick. Look. There they are now."

As they shuffle past.. they see it.

Four men.. carrying a metallic box 2 feet tall with long bars in an X, each men carrying each end of the bars.