There was a bit of a pause as we all considered the idea.
We simultaneously broke into laughter.
I love this.
Get dunked on, Leet. :p
“Come on,” Tattletale said, “Let’s get down to business.”
To defeat the Huns!
Beyond our short detour to meet up with Tattletale, we’d primarily been focused on heading towards Regent’s territory.
As if they knew Regent didn’t have the forces to retaliate or respond in kind, the Chosen had decided on an underhanded means of attack. If you could call it that.
…alright, what did they do?
The Chosen’s wolf-head gang tag and swastikas marked every available surface.
Ah. Petty mass graffiti-ing.
This is basically the human equivalent of pissing everywhere to mark territory.