And this is why we haven't got a chance in hell. Barricades coming down, zombies waltzing in, and what's important in Shearbank? You're on my turf, you're not the boss of me. My room, my rules! Sometimes I wish sending messages over general chat or the transmitter didn't spend action points, then something like this happens and I remember it's one way people who suck at the game wind up in the street. Then again, I'm lying in the street too.
