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Honestly not that social.
Or even agreeable
Or online much

Just feel like somehow the world has moved on and I haven't.

Just feel lonely.

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It was morning in Bruma, and Kodlak rose wearily from his slumber. His body was sore, but his mind was racing and alive. It was a new dawn. Another morning on the hunt. And today, Kodlak was going to pay a visit to the city of Bruma.

Getting inside of the city wasn't terribly hard. Sure Kodlak had to hide a dead guard off or two along the way, but to be fair, he was keeping his casualty rate to an astonishingly low rate considering that he was walking among Imperialistic pigs. Any other day and he would of taken this morning as an opportunity to purge this Bruma from it's infestation of Imperial filth. Any man or mer or beast that slighted him was immediately dealt with.

As he got into Bruma however, he noticed a man upon a pulpit preaching to a crowd. It seemed as though word of the Imperial City falling had spread fast and he could practically taste the infectious fear in the air. As he gave his rousing finish to his speech, Kodlak couldn't help but laugh at the foppish plump man.

"Only thing you could fight, Breton, is a bad case of hemorrhoids." Kodlak then turned to the crowd. "This city will fall. Your children will burn in the face of this massacre and you'll suffocate in the ashes. What's coming here, I saw it. These are beasts, predators. You are prey. Get out of this city while you still can. Run to the edges of the lands like the weaklings you are and then die where you're knees collapse. Because that is all you know how to do."

Kodlak turned his back to the crowd as he looked back towards Eugain. "It isn't your fault you know? You're forefathers were too cowardly to defend Cyrodiil from the Elves, and now you are faced with an actual enemy, why should anyone expect anything less than you to falter? Go on, scram. Get out of my sight Breton, but don't bring up battles of past valor when you obviously had no part in them. You weren't there when it was time to dive into the Planes of Oblivion and fight Mehrunes Dagon in his domain. You weren't there to strike down the Gods of the Sky, dragons sculpted in Akatosh's image. I can tell that from just looking at you. You're weak, and that's all you ever will be."
I read over the IC like six times Supes.

I can't find the timeskip to the morning in Bruma.

EDIT: Found it and channeled my inner asshole to write the douchiest post of all time
lol

Anyways, I made my post. Sorry for the long delays.
Cole's breaths of precious oxygen came ragged and seared his throat. He had escaped the Jester, which was definitely an improvement upon his previous situation. But he had heard something howl off in the distance that sounded vaguely human. And very, very angry.

Still, Cole had gotten what he had came here for. The Capital, or at least the roof of it, was now reduced to scorched rubble. The blast was large enough to hear for blocks and Cole's ears were still bleeding from it due to his lack of protection whenever it went off. Cole couldn't run forever though and he knew that he was going to tire out before whatever chasing him was.

He couldn't remember how many alleys he had dashed down through, nor how many lefts or rights he had taken. All he knew was that he found himself in the middle of an abandoned trainyard. He had been running for miles, a dozen at least, and while abandoned trainyards weren't exactly an ideal 'hideout' in Cole's mind, he had to stop somewhere. He slaked his thirst from running by drinking from an abandoned water hose nearby that was previously used to wash out the train cars, and while the water tasted dirty, it also tasted like Life.

After his thirst was quenched, Cole found a homeless camp and with his current ragged and bloody appearance, he fit in perfectly. With everyone huddled inside of a renovated train cart for warmth, Cole stole a greedy bite from the loaf of bread that they were passing around and rested his head against the cool metal of the cart.

"Y'all hear dose explosions at ther Capital?" an elderly vagrant ranted as the loaf of bread was passed around. "It's ye end times, that's what I'm telling you! It's never too late to repent!"

Cole briefly allowed a smile as he sank into the back of his eyelids.

"Yeah, I heard about them."

And after that, everything went pitch black and peaceful.
Yeah.. You know how I said I would post tommorow Supes?

Well.. My plans got thrown out the window lol
Whaddafuq? So now I got the Terminator after Cole lol
Sup?
reading is for nerds
fuqqq

Catch me up since I'm lost
Still waiting for morning ^^;

Take your time though, I'm running into laptop problems now lol
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