Rolled 10, 2 = 12 (2d10)
>>5737645Just a little bit more, Ulf thought, and they would make it out of the slaughterhouse. He felt calm after seeing the horizon refreshingly liberated from the presence of any Revolutionary or Bat-Ear, but such calm soon turned to anxiety.
Someone's skulking in the forest, they must be. The Vitelians wouldn't advance without someone covering their arse. He slowly put a cigarette to his lip, a Southern Breeze, his favourite brand. The breezie's acrid smoke calmed his frayed nerves and trepidation.
He slowly took up the communication device, held in the smoke in his lungs and then released it before speaking into it.
>>5737806<<"Oi, D-14, seems we 'ave become quite chummy with each other. Could ye be a darlin' and smoke up the road? The forest reeks like Bat-Ears to me...">>
>Ini>Spot>Move NE, Move NE, Move NE, Move NE 