No Shirt. No Shield. No Life.

I was late to the game tonight, but from what I could tell... the no shield/battle rifle fest was a raging success.

Dakota shined in this stripped down environment as his practice wielding the battle rifle all those lonely nights finally paid off. Marnues and I settled into a friendly dual-wield pistol dual while Chappy and Rog stuck their longswords into anything that moved.

Thanks for the games tonight boys. Let's gather again next Thursday.