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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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Name: Jonas Angel
Appearance:
Race: Human
Occupation: Bodyguard
Life style: Typically cheery and optimistic even in incredibly dark, grim, or tense situations, really loves a good fight however and loves the fact that his job gives him an opportunity to find a lot of them
Age: 23
Skill Set: Small guns, repair, explosives, unarmed
Perks: Cyborg (has a cybernetic prosthetic right arm), Animal friend, Sniper, Iron fist, Demolitions expert, Finesse, Superior Defender, Gunslinger, Robotics expert, Scoundrel
Weapons of choice:

  • Hunting rifle
  • .45 auto pistol
  • His arm is his primary melee weapon
  • Because of his skills with explosives he has a tendency to use frag grenades as well as improvise his own such as bottlecap mines, and Nuka-grenades.

Outfit:

Addiction: Nicotine(cigarettes.) He also enjoys a good drink on occasion.
Sounds cool. Interested.
Name: Jonas Angel
Appearance:
Race: Human
Occupation: Bodyguard
Life style: Typically cheery and optimistic even in incredibly dark, grim, or tense situations, really loves a good fight however and loves the fact that his job gives him an opportunity to find a lot of them
Age: 23
Skill Set: Small guns, repair, explosives, unarmed
Perks: Cyborg (has a cybernetic prosthetic right arm), Animal friend, Sniper, Iron fist, Demolitions expert, Finesse, Superior Defender, Gunslinger, Robotics expert, Scoundrel
Weapons of choice:

  • Hunting rifle
  • .45 auto pistol
  • His arm is his primary melee weapon
  • Because of his skills with explosives he has a tendency to use frag grenades as well as improvise his own such as bottlecap mines, and Nuka-grenades.

Outfit:

Addiction: Nicotine(cigarettes.) He also enjoys a good drink on occasion.
"Draw them out?" Eli pondered the question as he tapped his bat upon the ground. Suddenly the veritable light bulb appeared over his head and smirk soon followed. "Noah you magnificent bastard you just gave me an idea! One that'll help us with the grocery store and our fence problem."

He looked at the zombies at the fence and pointed at them with his bat. "What do we know about them? We know they still seem to retain most of their senses, namely: sight, touch, smell albeit in a much more limited capacity then when they were alive. But there strongest sense which is probably even stronger now is their hearing. Any loud noise near them and they immediately come towards it. With the bus thing I was onto something. The horn is loud and the flashing lights on her only add to the combo but it would be inconvenient for the bus to be the distraction when we hit the store since we'd need to be in and out really fast. So we'd need an alternative..." A smirk played on his lips. "It just so happens that all those air horns, noise makers, and megaphones they used during the last pep rally are still in the gym storage room."
"Yeah, yeah. I wont scratch your ship" Conan muttered to Sia before he gritted his teeth as Simona pulled him along into the ship. His slow boiling temper was becoming harder to contain thanks to the influence f his devil fruit, such was the burden of carnivore zoans but his own strong dislike of Marines and his feelings toward Steadman were only making things worse. His teeth turned to fangs unknowingly as he watched the marines approached from inside the ship.
Eli nodded in response. "Alright Cass. If I see them I'll come get you."

He looked again at the fence and the pileup and picked up his bat from its place near his motorcycle. "Sooner we get this fence thing dealt with the better." A bat wasn't the ideal weapon for hitting the zombies through the fence so he was going to be on the distraction team by default, which didn't really matter since he would've done it regardless. If he didn't take risk himself how could he expect to ask anyone else to? As the one leading the group he had to take on such responsibilities if he wanted to keep them going. "So besides Sasha who else wants to do this crazy thing with me?"
*pokes thread*
Conan looked at Steadman skeptically. "Why do I feel like you have ulterior motives for this?" He looked at Sia quickly. "I don't care she can if she wants. I don't see Cap'n saying no to anyone wanting to join our merry band of misfits and strays." He said in a tired voice.

Conan woke right up when he heard the sounds of marines. "Now I'm wishing i did kill that butcher." The fact that Steadman's problem had gotten marine attention had turned his mild annoyance into a brewing rage. He would take on the marine's himself in this state. Simona's grip on him was the only thing that barely kept him from losing his head. "We need to go now."
Eli's mouth formed a tight line at Joseph suggesting the grocery store. That placed was marked as a red zone, an area with an high concentration of zombies. Despite the high volume of zombies in these areas that also happened to mean they were pretty much full of supplies. He had forbidden scavenging parties to go through any of these marked areas for obvious reasons the risk was too much. Still with the way they were going and if they really wanted to try Alcatraz it didn't seem like they had any choice in the matter anymore. "Probably going to have to try it. I'll organize it myself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

The topic of the gate was a much simpler thing to deal with. "I shouldn't have let it get as bad as its gotten but luckily its a manageable problem. We'll kill as many as we can through the fence, and take the bus." He pointed to the yellow school bus that served as their main form of transportation. "and use it to distract the rest of them off of it, then we go in hand to hand only use our guns when we need to. It's risky but its even riskier to continue to let them pile up like that. At the risk of sounding like an ass I'm taking volunteers."

Eli eye's darkened when Cassandra asked him if her boyfriend and daughter were at the gate. He could sympathize with what she was going through he had felt the same with Maya, Hell he still did. "I don't know Cass, I can't tell from here. If they are I'll make it quick and we'll bury them."
S'all good.
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