/b/tard Posted Oct 13, 2015, 1:52 am

A young, inexperienced man by the name "Frank Rivera" stands up and shatters his bottle on the floor to get attention. "See, we're new in town, and that "thing" you fools call "Market" ain't got Jack in it!" Says Frank in an impatient manner "You 'fools' were born in Morgan!" Says a man in the back "Rick, shut up before you get hurt!" Frank responds "Now where was I... See, me and Jennifer here aren't some lightweights using MGs and MMGs! We use real weapons with some weight to 'em! So, which one of you losers got 2 HMGs to sell me?"

*K1500* Posted Oct 13, 2015, 2:20 am

A slight figure in a button down shirt and cardigan stands up. Dark slicked hair and heavy reading glasses frame his face. He coughs quietly. "William Poindexter. No Aiming, Just Shooting crew." He angles his head and adjusts his glasses before continuing. "We would be willing provide heavier hardware at a substantial discount. I believe our armoury could provide heavy MG's and gatling guns if that would suffice. Direct a communique to our main office here in Morgan with a starting figure for the transaction." "Thank you for your attention." He blinks, looks around and sits down to continue sipping at his ginger ale. From the back of the tavern a muffled voice shouts, "NERD!".