Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20180419001613/@comment-29194274-20180422011524

Tord is panicking because all he has is a fork and a spoon, seeing as the guys had him empty his bloody gun the day before after a few different incidents.

"YOU H4V3 4 GUN DUD3"

"It's empty."

"W41T 1 SM3LL BLOOD D1D YOU G3T 1NJUR3D"

Tord holds up a spoon and fork in his left hand. They're bloody and appear to have what looks like rotten flesh on them, which he shakes off, muttering something about how he really hopes he didn't get that near his skin.

"WH4T'S W1TH TH3 ROTT1NG FL3SH?"

"Well, they wouldn't let me have a practical weapon, like a gun, or let me gets ammo for my gun, so they gave me a fork and spoon."

"WH4T D1D YOU N33D 4 W34PON FOR??"

"Fighting our way through a zombie horde in hopes to kill Matt, who was leading them all. Technically we would have killed him twice because he was already a zombie, but whatever."

"HOLD TH3 FUCK1NG PHON3 R1GHT NOW!! YOU W3NT THROUGH 4 *ZOMB13 HORDE* W1TH NOTH1NG BUT 4 FUCK1NG FORK 4ND SPOON?"

"That's right."

"YOU D3SRV3 4 FUCK1NG M3D4L"