You roll a two. You are a Guyanese tribe member who does not speak english. You roll a fourteen for inventory. You have your spear, your bow and arrows, and a dead boar that you have butchered and strapped to your mule.
You are puzzled by the rumble of trucks, and the rantings of the strange white voices over the intercom.
You are a recovered meth-head, who has escaped from the compound. You have only the shirt on your back, and the spear you made from a broken broom stick. You know they're looking for you.
You know what they'll do to you if they catch you.
[–] GoodGoy420 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Roll for race and inventory
[–] Grifter42 [S] 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
You roll a two. You are a Guyanese tribe member who does not speak english. You roll a fourteen for inventory. You have your spear, your bow and arrows, and a dead boar that you have butchered and strapped to your mule.
You are puzzled by the rumble of trucks, and the rantings of the strange white voices over the intercom.
[–] GoodGoy420 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Head north towards the pavilion