And all that glitters is gold
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
Only shooting stars break the mold
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
Skills: Shooting technique (Mortal, 1st level); Ripping Edge (Mortal, 2nd level); Elusive Tread (Mortal, 2nd level); Heavy weapon mastery (Mortal, 1st level);
Six hours later (19:15), we were still held down in the church, so Jury-Rigged and I decided to go look around for supplies. All we found were about 12 cases of what appeared to be incendiary ammo for a Karabiner 98k. IED took three cases so he could make some landmines. Jury-Rigged took three so he could make flares for his flare gun. Recoil took three for his MG-42. Blade ask Jury-Rigged if he could make him a knife out of the casing. The rest of us took nine clips worth (about 45 rounds each). There were two rounds left, so I took them and made pendants out of them — one for my girl back home and one for me. We hadn't heard anything from the sniper, so I went out to look for more supplies. Luckily, it was still light out, so I could at least see. Forty-five minutes later, I was making my way back when they started shelling again. The first shell hit about ten feet away from me, and I got some shrapnel in my right arm. As I fell to the ground, another shell came from directly above me.
"That sounds really fun!" I said and I notice I speak louder than usual
"Yes, Lord Mikael."
After what sounded like the shuffling of clothes, a hand with fair, slender fingers lifted the curtains open. A head of long, silken black hair slipped through the crack.
Ralph: Yeah, me too.