Oscare studied his position. A cliff behind him, and a bunch of lifeless zombies in front of him? His pistol was still cooling off, too hot to be of effective use. Desperate times called for desperate measures! Holstering his firearm, Oscare retrieved a snall black device from his belt with a WICKED smile on his face, violet eyes beaming at the coming crowd.
"It's time for a meat shower." He says meekly, throwing the grenade at his undead allies. A loud pop, and then a fireworks of red and orange ravages the land. Oscare adjusts his shades to defend against the new burst of light.
"It's time for a meat shower." He says meekly, throwing the grenade at his undead allies. A loud pop, and then a fireworks of red and orange ravages the land. Oscare adjusts his shades to defend against the new burst of light.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
