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"Don't fight a battle if you don't gain anything by winning." - Rommel
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"Bread would never betray me like that." - Fox
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Always tired all the time.
I have a habit of joining rp's that never start.

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My motivation to post is currently at zero percent. But I know I have to do my eye of terror stuff. Idk
Finch-Woods-Rob/Emma

Markus felt fear stab through him as he realized he was completely helpless to these people.

oh what I wouldn't give to be invisible right now Finch thought to himself as the young man's attention was drawn to him.

"Who... are you?" The young man asked.

Finch sputtered over himself for a moment not expecting to introduce himself especially to people that would surely kill him once they knew he had a weapon.

"My name is Finch... I think my arm is dislocated. " He finally blurted out in a light German accent. His teeth gritting in defiance of the tears that he could feel forming even now.

"Please don't kill me." The old man spluttered out. His composure barely being held together.
New Orleans woods
Markus Finch was startled awake as a scream pierced the cool night air.

Finch sat up and looked around... Darkness... As he expected.

One with was for certain he was not alone in these woods.

The aging man wrestled with himself for a moment and finally curiosity got the better of him.

Against his better judgment Finch set off into the night air.

A short time later

Finch froze as he heard the noise.

Was that just a sob? Finch thought to himself.

He continued walking slowly.

Not slow enough apparently as he tripped head over heels over a body.

Finch cried out in surprise as his body crashed to the ground. His arm twisted beneath him at an odd angle bringing tears to the old man's eyes.

Finch slide away slowly from what appeared to be a young girl in front of him.

He could not tell if it was a walker or not but his injured arm couldn't reach his luger.
Count me out of another ooc argument. I simply don't care enough.

If it comes to it I'll just leave the rp.
Wow okay I feel actually foolishly underpowered right now :P except for the captured space hulk... but I have up battleships for that.
I have had about enough of your comments Herp.

Have I offended you in some way because your being sort of an asshole to me for no good reason?

I never said I'm not evil, I said you can't prove that I am. And IC you can't prove it without sending spies into my territory.
No one can legitimately prove that I'm evil :P

And what people want is besides the point. You're still invading the Reich.
Markus Finch - Louisiana Expresslane

Markus Finch climbed out of the Jet Black 1967 Impala fists clenched in rage. The gage red E in bright Red.

How had he let something so stupid happen to him he thought.

His frayed suit blew about in the wind as did his greasy black hair.

Finch retrieved his belongings from the passengers seat and with obviously anguish left the beautiful car behind. He made careful note of its location so the car could be retrieved at a later date.

With a slight limp in his gait Finch set off down the highway towards New Orleans unsure of what to expect.
Well now your invading the Reich.......
Sounds cool.

Here it is

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