A flamethrower. Mirth, he hates those things. Last he dealt with one it was all being when as he got his arms burnt up and down. He'd been left to bleeding indigo and crispy blackness up until he died next. He'd like not to do that again.
It's probably stupid to be on looking around but he does and what do you know, Messiahs supply. He can see an abandoned bit of something just over that hill there. A little bloody like whoever got to having it didn't have it for long.
"WOULD YOU BELIEVE IF AS HE DID? Lead 'em this way, I think we got something!" And he changes course for that flamethrower, battering the dead out of the way until he can dive in for it. He hauls it up and says, "CAN A SISTER CATCH?"
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It's probably stupid to be on looking around but he does and what do you know, Messiahs supply. He can see an abandoned bit of something just over that hill there. A little bloody like whoever got to having it didn't have it for long.
"WOULD YOU BELIEVE IF AS HE DID? Lead 'em this way, I think we got something!" And he changes course for that flamethrower, battering the dead out of the way until he can dive in for it. He hauls it up and says, "CAN A SISTER CATCH?"