Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-1524575-20160216234510/@comment-5650583-20160312231616

(At the risk of having a dead RP, I'll post)

Hours later, Scythe stopped the Pike at the mouth of a canyon. He covered it with a camoflauge tarp and walked inside, turning at an ancient doorway chiseled into the rock. This was his hideout, his sanctuary where he came to be alone for a while whenever the constant strain of missions got to be too much. He was still within comms range of both Phoenix and the Tower, so he wasn't blind. The room was decorated with signs and flags, all bearing pre-Collapse symbols. Many of them were military, but some were harder to discypher.

Lately, he had been trying to peice together more of his past. Considering that he had been killed the first time by a Walker round to the head, it was not unusual that he didn't remember much before then. As he sat down and began to meditate, the sky slowly turned black with storm clouds.