Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20191027085354

Startled, as being out in the woods and breathing this weirdly non-chem-soaked had distracted Lem considerably, the factory worker jerked his own gun upwards, taking a moment to realize they were outmatched but by then too committed to the action to reconcile.

"I'm Lem and this' Ishmael. 'ired by the gov'rness to kill some of them blue folks. Who're you lot?"