Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20170126152147/@comment-27661770-20170127003212

Mike unlocked the doors to his house, walked past the fireplace, to his room, and unzipped a suitcase, pulling out his old uniform.

But the clanking from it was... odd.

And the steel plates on it betrayed what had happened: it had been converted to a viable suit of armor.

Of course, the steel was on the outside. But his nametag remained visible.

His hands were exposed. His head was covered in chainmail, everything from the neck below save for the hands were suited in gleaming steel armor, and there was an emergency set of chainmail underneath.

Fritz Smith, you see, was a very good blacksmith. And a very good friend of Mike's.

And he knew how to give a useful gift.

Mike officially looked like a knight.

Hunter, meanwhile, took another puff of the cigarette he had lit.