...Well, I think I saw what looked like a radio behind this fence, but as you can see... (Pulls on the fence to make a point)
...It's locked. I was... eh-heh-heh, hoping to cut the lock with my rapier.
edited 25th Mar '17 6:14:43 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."There doesn't look like there is any chains locking the door- the lock itself built into the door of the fence. The fence however, seems weaker in places and should he wish to, he can cut the rusted and weakened sections off to create an entrance for him into the armoury.
However, there seems to be wires that runs along the fence.
edited 25th Mar '17 6:17:19 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен(Notices the rusted sections of the fence)
I'm sure it won't be long.
Actually, you know the locks? Never mind. I think I got a better idea.
(He starts trying to cut through the rusted metal of the fence)
edited 25th Mar '17 6:17:58 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."Okay...
(He manoeuvres his way through the hole and starts looking through the various sections of the armoury. It isn't long before he finds what he thinks is the radio communication device.)
I've got it!
edited 25th Mar '17 6:22:03 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."-nods, smiling back- See you around, Clarice Sparrow! -stays down in the basement-
... You're such a doofus. But at least you're reminding me that you have the traits of a hero still. And obviously it's not directly from your dad.
'Cause he wasn't worthy enough to wake you up, right?
Yes.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postUnlike the other sections of the outpost, the armour is almost intact, by contrast. Propped in racks, there are assault rifles
, shotguns
◊, long rifles
, revolvers
, machine pistols
, and various
other heavy ordnances
◊ among other, more obscure guns. Stacked everywhere in the armoury is crates of ammunition upon ammunition; grenades, bullets, rockets, missiles, even mortar and artillery shells, as well as other heavy materials.
And sitting on a cabinet, among all the other models is the radio- a headset piece with doodads on the side, piled and labeled with Helghast alphabet.
There is no reply from the radio- save for static. There are dials and buttons on the radio and they light up when Michael fiddle with the switches.
edited 25th Mar '17 6:27:18 PM by f1r3lemon
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