Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-5999656-20160529040658/@comment-26571677-20160610041306

He flexed his hands, looking down, and observing them in wonder. It was so realistic...he hadn't expected it to be so....so lifelike. Maybe that was why his friend had signed him up for this job. He'd always loved video games, and VR was much cooler than he'd imagined.

The situation dampened his feeling though, and his instincts as a hunter kicked in, as soon as he got over the shock of experiencing VR for the first time, Dust sprung up into action, and started to ask around, helping people with wounds, and delivering food and hot drink.

This were grim times, he could tell, if it wasn't already obvious enough. People were scared, and he felt rather useless, already itching to get out there, and get some well-needed revenge for the people who'd been displaced by the Grimm.

Which reminded him, he still had his weapons, and his cyborg arm was still functional. Everything was there, his ammo, his guns, his cracking personality and....most importantly....

There we bloody go!

He pulled out a cigar, and placed it in his mouth, lighting it, and puffing out waves of fragrant smoke. He figured that he could basically die any day now, a couple of smokes wouldn't be too bad for him.