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9 yrs ago
I'm gonna be away a couple days. I'll reply when I can.
9 yrs ago
Why can't we be friends?
9 yrs ago
OOOK OOOK OOK OOK

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...Why not just post what you can and still ask? >.>
@Aims You may wanna recast this. seeing as
i'm the only one who didn't die...
It was a terrible post, but... I couldn't do much beyond what I did. Opening a door two feet away and hearing a sound, well... xD Not much to describe...
Kellan emerged slowly from the room he began in, looking down each side of the hallway before his focus came upon the door in front of him. What would he find in here?... Just before he gripped the knob, shouting echoed from elsewhere in the building and froze the man in place momentarily. He sighed and laughed quietly, opening the door to examine what was inside before entering. "Jesus... This game's got me jumpy, but... Shit... If someone's gonna try to kill me, I better arm myself..."
I'll be posting soon, I just got off of work.
Well it's still the current time, so... A timeskip wouldn't work well with other people needing to post. I'd just say he's foggy. Talk slurred, like as if he were almost asleep.
I'm waiting on abysmal and godofwar.
An unfamiliar room greeted Kellan as he slowly stirred to life on the cold floor of his 'cell'. With a low groan, the man sat up and looked around, examining the strange surroundings. The chill of fear slowly began to run up his spine as he quickly clambered to his feet. "Holy shit..." He muttered, rifling through his pockets. The man grinned a she yanked out what he had thought was his phone, groaning immediately at the small device that had deceived him. However, as he turned his head, he noticed something foreign on his throat. His hand moved up to graze slowly over the collar, mystified.

Looking back down at the PDA, the man sighed and turned it on, investigating the opening screen. Hm... It was like a smartphone... It might have information to solve his problem... Without further ado, he read over the rules and the rest of the information provided, and a good long look at the map before closing it out. "Well..." He said to himself, pushing on what appeared top be a door panel. "Least if I don't die, I'll get paid..."
Rather than being handed off like a ragdoll, to a stranger no less... Carter grunted and stood when he was released, quickly leaning his right shoulder on a nearby wall for support. The colonel finally got a good look at Brandon then, finally recognizing the sour scent of burnt oil in the air. "Jesus..." He muttered quietly, gritting his teeth. "That's what I was afraid of... I hope he's not bad off as it looks, we don't have a surgeon here." With a short, grim laugh, he sighed and slid down the wall into a sitting position. "Then again... I've said that a few times... And they all made it. Let's hope I keep getting lucky."

"Good going Captain... You didn't just save one soldier out there." The older man congratulated Greg, giving him a wide smile. "I'd ask you to introduce her, but I'm sure she can speak for herself." Carter's attention went to the newcomer then, and nodded. "Colonel Schmidt at your service... But you are?..." He asked, intrigued. He'd seen that uniform somewhere... But couldn't quite place it. Maybe one of the Herc Mercs.
Oh no worries. I was just being a whiny baby monkey.
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