Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171110033455/@comment-30014014-20171115221538

(I can understamd why)

''The man stops his burial, intrigued by this new sight. THe rest didn't have this before. His shovel, made of gentle heat dissipates in his hands, the man cautiously turning toward them. His broken hand still needed mending, his forge constantly blaring him in the ears through a small emitter, noiseless to the others.''

Materializing a sun pistol on his functionning hand, he slowly approaches, only to get a better view.