If I ever had any questions about what type of luck I had, they were all answered right now. Shit luck, that was the type of my luck, I was stuck firmly on shit luck.
Taking in a deep breath I looked down at my right arm that was still bound by rope to the bed. I was sure that the armor had stretched the rope somewhat, but it was not enough to actually be able to break it. Then again, my neighbor, whose name I was still not clear on, did buy one of the better ropes found in the local hardware store.
Looking at it, it was clearly a nylon rope which meant that it got an A+ for strength and durability, but otherwise, it was shit when it got wet. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't willing to bleed all over it again just to make it stretch enough to get my right arm out.
There had to be a setting in this armor that allowed me to get out of nylon rope.
Right?
