Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160218074408/@comment-13488655-20160222085503

Ranna walked over to her father and sister, holding two flintlock pistols in her hands. A old classic gun, poor range but devastating up close. She quietly took one last look at her father and sister's terrified expression, raising her guns untill the cold steel was against their foreheads and pulling the trigger.

"... Goodbye."