Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201318/@comment-1734134-20170602190600

The sound of boots trudging through the thick sludge of sewer waste and the grunting of the modified Ogryn rattles down the tunnel behind you - followed by the sound of marching on the catwalks overhead. The workers look down upon you before bolting towards the exits, the mutant guards taking aim and letting out avian screeches, followed by shrill voices, "Hands up, hands up!"