Chris was getting tired. The day's events were starting to take their toll on him, and he had not eaten in some time. He could not stop, though. If he did, he would die. Jessica's body flashed before his eyes, horribly mutilated, and he felt a stab of guilt and remorse. Holding the piece of metal tight, he ran forward and swung it.<br/><br/>"You fucking bastards!" He shouted. Maybe he could work some emotion out on these guys.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Cold Heritage rolled: 9d10<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 1, 9, 7, 6, 3, 6, 2, 7, 9,<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31075 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31075)