Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20171129030741/@comment-13488655-20171207164207

"..... *sniff* I smell something." A voice called out from the meat locker. Suddenly, a large muscular seven foot tall cook stepped out, looking around before sniffing the air once more. He then glanced at the armored gloves hanging on the walls. His old weapons from his savage days of war.