Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-30014014-20190228050400

Mordekai had a miniature piece of metal bench-pressed to flatitude, currently inscribing a name on it. Like his specialized explosives, this tiny piece would bear the name of someone fallen near him. Another deceased, or so he thought, to add to his necklace.

Muffled noises of co-joined metal and presses, worked under hidden hands. His mood as morose as the rest, mourning in silence.