Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20151224212922/@comment-28933504-20160103205850

(N-n-n-no....)

Prixy comes back with a pack of matches, half empty, and a large piece of a plane. "This is all I could find." "Good, I can use those." Says Story, grabbing the matches. He sets down the piece of machine, and two of the cans, and tips one onto the floor. He lights the liquid with a match, and starts melting the metal. He molds it into a gun, and then does the same with the bullets. He then blows the fire out, and puts the rest of the soda in the fridge.