Talk:Roles/@comment-5.14.166.89-20150417105615/@comment-5.14.166.89-20150417110043

Sorry, for got the story!

Story: The town is in trouble. The Hunter used to be a strong man, fighting wolves with his bare hands. But now he aged. He ha sgiven his gun to an old friend, the Veteran, who now uses it wisely. Until he died. When he saw the Vet's corpse, the hunter cried, feeling weaker than ever.

Without his strenght, the Hunter thought that he left down the town in it's time of need...until he saw the 2 bear traps in his tool sheds."I can't fight, but i can still sneak"

That night, he sneaks in the fron of the Mafioso's house. The next morning, the mafioso lies dead in forn of his home, his feet almost severed. "Killing my friend costed you a leg", he says, passing next to the mafioso's corpse