Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-30700719-20170724213457

I take a deep breath. "The honest-to-god truth? The only reason I'm sitting in this prison right now is because an RPG brang down my B-17. I could've gotten away without engine three, but when engine four went out, that was when I got shot down. From what I barely overheard, none of your guards are equipped with RPGs or even some anti-aircraft guns." I shrug. "If you don't believe me, then I'll simply have to rot here in a cell until a riot goes on, or I die of old age, or the Iron Wings come searching for me..." I cracked my knuckles nonthreateningly.