*Grograt* gary.r.horder@gmail.com Posted Jun 15, 2018, 1:17 pm

A very disgruntled, long haired , leather jacket wearing, not seen for years Nomad wanders into Dexters, beside him a balding, scar faced, one eyed hulk of a man try's to keep up with his leaders loud ranting. Sooo, we go away for a few years, try and live a peaceful life and what... you have to go kicking up a storm in the local town... what is the prime problem here. Peter 'Block Head' Petrillo the now renowned leader of Heavy Metal nomads pushes past some ex latte's raiders, surprised to see them still holding up bar space. Come on ….. sixty four … yeah that's right sixty friggin four and you want us to start again.... the balding man nods, still remaining silent. Good God, didn't think id be saying this again.... go pull the tarp's of those buzzers, find me a competent mech or three, then and only then... will I consider the offer laid down by …. his words are cut short by loud crackling gatling gun fire at the near by gates.. this place never changes …. chuckling manically

*Grograt* gary.r.horder@gmail.com Posted Jun 19, 2018, 5:23 pm

What !!!! .... How much ... we got enough gear .. why in hell's name you buying a Tank gun