Apr 11, 2011 22:34
[Ironhide's voice is all but completely obscured by the sound of whistling wind. He's likely shouting over the sound of it, straining to make himself audible.]
Keep out of the dirt town! Nothing but sand and wind here!
[A pause.]
And scrap metals!
[There's only wind for a while, as Ironhide begins to scan the area more closely.]
...
And corpses.
om nom nom scrap metal,
something is severely weird,
weekly foraging,
too old for this crap