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@badguy28just know I´ve finished reading your character bio. By any chance have you read a bizarro novel called "Rico Slade will fucking kill you?" Cause it reminds me of Mr. Slade a lot!


I have not.
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Biff turned around after hearing Nana's voice, just a dozen meters from Fucker Joe in all his TWISTED glory. He seemed pleasantly surprised for a moment to see another companion, but his face suddenly became sullen.

As quick as lightning, Biff drew his pistols and raised them to both of the figures, standing between them. "Hold the phone, busters. I know what this is. You fuckers are sleepers trying to shock and cock me, aren't you? I've dealt with your kind in Tunisia, and it won't happen again. Hands where I can see them, meatwads."
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Biff chalked the whispers to a gust of wind or something of the like. He trudged forth towards the gunshots, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure wandering in the snow. He raised a hand to his forehead to block the sun, despite there being clouds in the sky and that he was wearing aviators. He confirmed it, there was someone up ahead.

Biff got down low and took a few deep drags from his cigar, then dropped it in the snow next to him, placing another between his lips. He stood up and put on his GAME FACE, stepping towards the figure before him, unaware of how TWISTED the fucker in front of him truly was.
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Haha same bro expect a new OC to come up... Mr Jones is HEAVILY in his backstory, expect an unmatched rivalry that hasn't been seen since The Trash 1.


Oscar '800 HP and AP and an instakill m9k shotgun' Meaford!?
I love ROLEPLAY
Biff trudged through the packed snow beneath him. His leathers did little to keep him warm, and he was desperate to find a place to make himself comfortable. He took the cigar from his mouth, dropping the butt into the snow, and stopped to place a fresh one into the hole of his surgical mask, before lighting it. There was a long trail of cigar butts spanning hundreds of miles behind Biff. He'd been walking for nearly a month without stopping, and he was beginning to feel the fatigue.

He perked up when he thought he heard gunshots. Could this be the action he was so starved of? He stuck a finger in his hear, doing his best to quell the constant ringing from decades of gunfire and explosions. He turned and took a few steps towards the gunfire when he heard a faint whisper, "Crochet for my crotch."
I was really assuming the world has been dead/dying for many years. (Hence the zombie status.) but by the looks of the other characters it just happened yesterday... :$ ?


Nah


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