Thank you, thank you. :)
I like your post too, even if you did get most of the goodies. haha.
I like your post too, even if you did get most of the goodies. haha.
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9 yrs ago
20 years old and finally taking my drivers ed test tomorrow. I'll finally be legally driving after tomorrow. Yay!
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9 yrs ago
I find it quite depressing that every time I am on the homepage, the guild finds it necessary to tell me that I have no friends.
9 yrs ago
Oh what's that five in the morning? Fucking time sneaks up on me man. Deuces guild.
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9 yrs ago
Bruh it was so foggy outside, I couldn't even see when I was driving. I was just waiting for some monster to pop out, and then get smahed by my car. haha
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9 yrs ago
4 in the morning = sleep time for me
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John finally kicked the mess of a body off of him, and was able to process what was going on. First, he realized he was now covered in blood...infected blood. "Oh god, oh fuck." He flicked a bone shard off his chest. "Goddammit." He kept mumbling obscenities to himself. Not yet aware of all the eyes in the room staring directly at him. His nonsensical muttering only added to the suspicion of him being infected.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," A blonde woman panicked, whilst standing up. Judging from the way the two held each other, John gathered that she probably knew the girl next to her. "He's infected, everyone get away from him!" The words didn't seem to bother her friend, however, as she had already begun rummaging through the dead marine's pockets only a few feet away. Taking whatever supplies she deemed useful, which was mostly everything. The blood didn't seem to bother her.
"I'm not infected. I just -- what?" The panic started to creep up John's spine. Some of the other survivors were listening to her, and had already started backing away. Their fear muddled minds had already decided. "I, uh, no." The small brown haired woman that had taken nearly everything from the dead marine was gone as quick as she came.
“Can I grab this? Or are you planning on using it?" A voice asked from behind him, he couldn't place the accent but it didn't sound American. Russian maybe? He spun around to see her hand on the rife. The rifle! John snatched it out from under her hand, worried that the other survivors might attack him. He might need it for self protection.
The decision to arm himself did not bode well with the others, one woman had even began crying. All they saw was a man covered in infected blood, and white flaky bone fragments; standing there holding a gun. Those that were on the fence about him being him infecting were now completely sure of it. "Now look here-"
"Ask him a maths question," A voice called out from the catwalk, "the infected can't logic for shit." John couldn't quite see who had said it.
“7 times 7!!” The foreigner quickly demanded.
"Shit, uh..." It had been awhile since he had done multiplication, and the stress of the situation wasn't helping his case. "For--fortynine!" He answered finally. "See?! I'm not infected!" He claimed triumphantly. Some of the survivors seemed to sigh with a relief, but he could tell that not everyone was convinced. "You believe me, right?" He asked the girl next to him, the one he prevented from taking the rifle.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," A blonde woman panicked, whilst standing up. Judging from the way the two held each other, John gathered that she probably knew the girl next to her. "He's infected, everyone get away from him!" The words didn't seem to bother her friend, however, as she had already begun rummaging through the dead marine's pockets only a few feet away. Taking whatever supplies she deemed useful, which was mostly everything. The blood didn't seem to bother her.
"I'm not infected. I just -- what?" The panic started to creep up John's spine. Some of the other survivors were listening to her, and had already started backing away. Their fear muddled minds had already decided. "I, uh, no." The small brown haired woman that had taken nearly everything from the dead marine was gone as quick as she came.
“Can I grab this? Or are you planning on using it?" A voice asked from behind him, he couldn't place the accent but it didn't sound American. Russian maybe? He spun around to see her hand on the rife. The rifle! John snatched it out from under her hand, worried that the other survivors might attack him. He might need it for self protection.
The decision to arm himself did not bode well with the others, one woman had even began crying. All they saw was a man covered in infected blood, and white flaky bone fragments; standing there holding a gun. Those that were on the fence about him being him infecting were now completely sure of it. "Now look here-"
"Ask him a maths question," A voice called out from the catwalk, "the infected can't logic for shit." John couldn't quite see who had said it.
“7 times 7!!” The foreigner quickly demanded.
"Shit, uh..." It had been awhile since he had done multiplication, and the stress of the situation wasn't helping his case. "For--fortynine!" He answered finally. "See?! I'm not infected!" He claimed triumphantly. Some of the survivors seemed to sigh with a relief, but he could tell that not everyone was convinced. "You believe me, right?" He asked the girl next to him, the one he prevented from taking the rifle.
Nah, you're good. It'd be dumb for someone to think, "Oh I better not take too much. These other possibly infected people might want something too." haha.
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Kahleen took the gasmask. Sorry.
You don't gotta apologize. I'm just half dead over here, trying to make sure I didn't miss something. haha. Not a morning person at all..
@Frengo
So the items still left on Baxter are these, right?
M4A1 Assault Rifle.
3 x 30 round magazines of ammunition.
1 x Gasmask.
So the items still left on Baxter are these, right?
M4A1 Assault Rifle.
3 x 30 round magazines of ammunition.
1 x Gasmask.
Okay, I'm all caught up. I will try to fumble over the keyboard and get a post up.
I'm awake.
Sort of.
Sort of.
Yeah, I do that in the morning too. haha. Especially when I'm working and I'm doing the morning inventory count.
Try not to burn your tongue. I gotta sleep now.
Try not to burn your tongue. I gotta sleep now.
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see whether I can somehow involve a clown suit and an axe in all of this.
Make it a sexy clown in tight fitted clothing.
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