Apr 20, 2025
It was Sunday, just thirty minutes before the selected time for everybody to arrive, when Woods finally began setting everything up.
The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.
It wasn’t much, but it would work.
Checking that he still had his hunting knife and pistol on him, he sighed, kicking back his feet on a nearby desk, and waiting until the chaos started.