Friday, 1 December 2017

Boonetown - a Necromunda Tale




Boone hunched over, a jug of wildsnake in his hands and a hollow look in his eyes. It was all happening again, except this time he was too old, too slow and too tired. Downing the wildsnake in a single gulp, he stared into the fire in the main room of the Brewer’s Tap and thought back to those days...