Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17481441-20161127021251/@comment-24652012-20161130030549

On one of the walls of a house next to a broken gate that goes farther in city a chat heavy shock trooper is pinned to the wall by a crystal javelin. The spear hadn't been detonated, perhaps it was left hear as a warning. The area is eerily silent, blood still trickling where the spearwound is still warm. A tumble weed rolls by.