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8 yrs ago
Current They're marathoning Power Rangers on Twitch. I'm geeking out so hard rn!
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8 yrs ago
So I might be killed by a tornado. It's pretty lit in this basement tho
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8 yrs ago
@The Spectre I fail to see how that is any different. You just described all the things people do with their racist "jokes." Sounds pretty hypocritical to me.
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8 yrs ago
Does the "Grow a thicker skin." thing not apply to talking shit about people voting for a different candidate?
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8 yrs ago
No it wasn't directed at anyone I was speaking genrally.

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Conan yawned again looking at Steadman's odd plan unfold. He got even more tired just watching the foolish plan work. At least he didn't have to worry about having to kill the butcher now. That would've been tiresome work. "You're exhausting Steadman." He turned to Sia next." I suggest you talk to your friend the butcher about his wife seeing as she almost got him into trouble today." He shut his eyes and leaned lazilly against a nearby wall. "I'm going to need a long nap after this." He muttered to no one in particular.
Eli removed a rag from the toolbox, using it to wipe away the grease that had accumulated on his hands from working onto the bike. He looked over at the fence and the pileup of zombies Noah had come to warn him about. Even from the distance he was at he can make out the undead trying to crawl over each other and putting pressure against the fence. Noah was right to bring the situation to his attention, they would be in a real bad way if the dead manage to get over the fence or even worse take it down. "I'll get a team to take care of it. Thanks Noah."
"Morning." Eli replied not looking up from the bike. "She's shit. Gonna be a lot more work than I thought to get her working." He said with a small laugh. The bike's insides were mostly garbage and weren't as salvageable as he had first thought. He'd definitely needed to keep a eye out next time they went out. He set down the wrench he was using back into the box and rose to his feet and looked to Joseph. "So your outside a lot. Any ideas on where we need to look for some supplies next?" Joseph was one of their most skilled scavengers so his opinion on the situation was pretty valuable.
Conan rolled his eyes at both of them. "Why would you even mention poison? You know how she gets." Man he needed a nap after dealing with this. With another annoyed grunt he decided on a plan to hopefully bring the situation to a satisfying end. Turning to the woman named Clara his voice took on its ever rare authoritative tone. "Unfortunately ma'am your husband poses a threat to one of our crew and as long as he's out there plotting to kill said member I can't very well continue to let him cause problems for us." He pointed to Simona. "So next time he shows his face, I'm going to let Simmy here poison him, or I'll eat him." Transforming his teeth into fangs to accentuate the point." Whichever happens to come first. So I offer you one alternative: you cease messing around with our fool of doctor; which is what started this whole situation in the first place, and go tell your husband to give up on his quest for vengeance because if he crosses our path again he dies regardless of what our doctor says."
"That may be so but let me get him out of your way all the same." Conan replied before he moved behind Steadman and grabbed him by the scruff of his collar, pulling him away from Sia and her friend. "No, no, none of that." The annoyed tone still in his voice. "Honestly what part of stop causing headaches do I have to keep stressing to you? Your lecherous ways already have a crazed butcher out there still looking for your head, and here you are still pulling the same foolishness." He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "I hate having to responsible. I'm too tired for this. Still.." tightening his grip on Steadman's collar. "As much as I hate babysitting you are staying in my sight for the rest of the time we're in port."

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"It's always too loud on the ship for me to take a nap." Conan complained before rolling his eyes and returning his attention to the women. "Nice to meet you, I apologize for our idiot doctor as well. Unfortunately, he's always causing us problems so don't take it personally." Turning to Steadman with a very upset look. "You have any more friends in town that might cause us problems?"
Conan too tired and too bored to follow whatever the situation with stowaway and the high stakes game of arm wrestling simple followed Simona. He woke up the more he walked finally. He stopped behind her when she asked the two women for directions. He prepared to walk on ahead until Steadman arrived on the back of the butcher the girl had just mentioned riding him like some kind of horse before scaring the man off. Conan groaned and rubbed his temple in annoyance. "Why are you always causing problems? I swear I'm not awake enough to deal with this..."
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A sharp ringing noise rang throughout the room which had previously been an history classroom before it's sole inhabitant had turned it into their makeshift bedroom. Eli awoke with a small groan reaching for his phone which still served as his alarm clock despite being otherwise useless. He let out a yawn before quickly getting dressed. It was still pretty early but at least now he had some time to work on his bike a little bit before he had to start worrying about group stuff. He grabbed his hat revolver, cigarettes, and a toolbox before making his way to the staircase that would lead him to the school's entrance. He didn't really think many people would be up yet save whoever was on lookout at the moment but he knew that would change soon and before that happened he wanted at least a few moments to work on his bike, such alone time was precious but scarce to him.

As soon as he was out at the parking lot he made his way to the broken down motorcycle he had taken up fixing as a side project. He had found the bike on a scavenging run and decided to take it back. He didn't really expect to getting working but if he did it would add another vehicle to their very meager collection. He set to work fixing the old bike as his mind drifted to his responsibilities. The broadcast about Alcatraz had lifted the spirits of many of their number but he was still uneasy about the whole thing. San Francisco was pretty much three states away, that was three states worth of dead they would have to deal with not to mention all the supplies they would need for such a trip and they were already hurting on pretty much everything they needed already. "Definitely going to have to organize a couple scavenging runs today."
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