Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20160826060948/@comment-24652012-20160901232541

Number X: "I been wondering if they even have food. Every thing down hear is radioactive. At least I am immune to radioactivity by 98.77%. But their not, they rely on cargoships to bring them something, no fleets have returned for some time."

You hear the approaching sound of Dre'an voices.

Dre'an 1: "Could you please tell me why the fuck the Krogan had to face Number X unarmed?"

Dre'an 2: "Wait, it was my turn to...."

.*SMACK!*

Number X: *whispers* "Hide, over their, they won't see you."

Something that looks like a shark cadge if it was made to withstand a nuclear strike begins to lower from far above.