Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20160723013433/@comment-4059927-20160725211946

"Assemble your boys." Devin says with an evil grin formulating across his face, his fists clenched until they turned an almost sickly red. "The Guerrillas, and Michael are coming for a fight."

"Yeah, I've seen guns." Gregory comments, though never touched one. "In New Coventry gun violence is a pretty avid thing." He thinks back to his childhood. The labored apartment, falling under its own foundation. Mom left, dad's at the bar. A shot is heard in the distance and Greg peaks outside only to find the darkness of the night with dark figures moving past.

"We can attack them now and get them by surprise." Michael suggests.