Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-768817-20141218130028

(Thanks. I wanted to make my brief appearance in Blood and Steel.)

Vance sat in a smokey bar, with a pounding headache, a lit cigarette, and a half empty glass of scotch. He was either the luckiest man alive, or the least, he thought. Twice now; he'd taken a bullet that should of killed him. Twice now; he'd ended up worse off for surviving. He attempted to expell these thoughts from his mind. ''Better than being dead..." But, just like the headache, those thoughts weren't going anywhere.