Rolled 7 + 2 (1d10 + 2)
>>5991769>>5991247>Side Job (Gang), Mayhem. Rolling 1d10+2Weird…if he'd grabbed the Pixie, and been the type to reminisce, that might've been what ran through his mind. But instead of the soda, his hands brushed and grasped at a bottle of chardonnay, half-empty and fresh off the shelves for $9. In an instant, he saw the bar of the HQ - heard the clanks of weights, and the roars of cheers at the living room.
…he still needed to drive home sober. Not caring if someone took notice, he sat up, screwed off the cap, and let the liquid grapes flow into the sand.
"…for those of you who died alongside us, and got to the gates of- …somewhere, here's hoping you drink this."
(Although the revving of a chainsaw could be heard in a few shots, the cameras never caught the moment of the kill, or the weapon in his hands. Only the sight of bodies shredded in two.)
(And as much as Napps hoped the kids wouldn't stir up trouble - sometimes, trouble makes itself found)
