Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20141024183423/@comment-25932172-20141231165335

Arxus stopped in his tracks, feet deep in the snow. He stood opposed from the mysterious stranger, with his scout rifle tightly grasped in his right hand. "I'm listening..." He spoke loud enough to be audible. The snowstorm grew more vicous by the second, and could this person really be trusted? No, but there seemed to be little choice now.