Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150507215319/@comment-26104528-20150511022136

"Righty-o." Ingraham booted up his own jumpkit. Unlike Stahlfritz's or the standard model, Ingraham's kit was desgined for stability and hovering whereas Stahl's was built for speed and evasion. "Just in case ya need a boost; 250 pounds of berserker here."

It was obligatory for Ingraham to take a sip of "Liquid Cojones" before every op. Not because he needed a confidence booster, but just because. He removed the flask from his belt, and cracked it open. Pink fumes emanated from the flask and it didn't take long for the room to start smelling of alcohol and god-knows-what. Of course, Ingraham was unmoved and took a quick gentlemanly sip before capping it back up and clipping it back on his belt.

"You guys might want to open a window and hold your breath for a little while. I know at least three rookies who got hammered just off the fumes."