Board Thread:Forum Games/@comment-27734885-20180505224647/@comment-27734885-20180506002625

You write what you hoped to accomplish, firing it upwards slicing roughly the face of another survivor with the power of the papercut, finally hitting the ground with that little momentum the paper gave you. Screaming OOF in complete agony, you actually got healed by the magic of rounds! Sadly, as if the universe is in a mood to mock you, aggressive survivors magically poof into existence, their shovels, fireaxes, tinpots, fists, feets, katanas and ice clubs raised into the air, barbarically charging at each other. In desperation, you consult your head voices for directions, considering you have only a tinpot as a weapon.