Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170608035530/@comment-13488655-20170704115135

"Oh yeah sure! Of course that's what happened! 'Hey, could you please burn my back and part of my head and neck?' Does that even make even the slightest bit of sense to anyone?!" Scorch called out to the family heads, seeing that Winter was doing his best to find holes in his story.

The heads began to whisper to one another, seeing that those blows from the flames and the angles on them were like narrowly dodged shots. These men worked to the top and fought countless battles. They could see that these were fight injuries. Then one of them spoke up.

"Those impacts look pretty real Winter. We take pride in our executioner's works and know their MOs. Now tell us. If Malum wasn't at the winegrower's house, where is he? No calls, no response from him. Heck, my boys say he hasn't even taken out his evening target. You're defending him after all, so tell us."

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"Bro... What did we say about stealing?" Mason asked with a sigh as he took a soda can, about to open it before he could hear shouting and gunfire coming from above ground, followed by screams and cursings.