Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232

"MOVE, WORMS! DROP A PICKAXE AND YOU'RE DEAD!"

The large, bulky man held a bullpup-style submachine gun over his shoulder, and held a whip in the other hand. He stood under a large canopy erected on top of a small canyon. Inside the canyon, a group of prisoners swing their pickaxes, digging for rare alloys for their captors to sell. It was a brutal trade, but thanks to the prisoners themselves, the pirates managed to stay in business. However, one prisoner grinned. Every time he swing the pickaxe, he swiped at the freshly upturned dirt with one hand. He was up to something....

(Order is toasty, Lion, Ender, Imp) 