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STATUS: After reading the the sentence. You are now aware that the the human brain often does not inform you that the the word "The" had been repeated everytime. 7 yrs ago
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After reading the the sentence. You are now aware that the the human brain often does not inform you that the the word "The" had been repeated everytime.
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Greetings. I'm not new to this site(forgot the password AND username to my old account) nor am I new to RP(2 years of experience).
That's all.
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That's all.
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Spent spring break in a deadzone. such fun
Is that.....*gasp!*...friendship!?!?!?!
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7 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
"In a world"
That line alone has me interested.
That line alone has me interested.
"It's a pleasure, John"
He began, giving a surprisingly firm handshake to John. Afterwards, he scooped his rifle up from the ground, slinging it over his shoulder. "Maybe its all destiny. Fated to meet or something like that". The male shrugged in a lackadaisical manner, which clearly showed his doubt in the matter. "Mind tellin' just why y'all were being so goddamn loud? Half the city probably knows we're here"
"Get it?"
He said, arms raised in the universal gesture for surrender. "Well, I figured a joke would lighten up this situation". The male's features formed into a frown, raising a digit to move the gun barrel from his face. "But I got a gun in my face...Thats cool. Reaaaaaaaaaaaal cool". The sarcasm was just bursting from the adolescent frame, which then stood. "Let's start with names, I'm Kai. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Gunman. I assume the three stooges over there are with you?"
Man, I'm hilarious
"It's Cold Today"
《Washington D.C》
《"Kai"》
Spoke the youth, having just exited the derelict building that had served as his shelter the previous night. The wind is whipping sharply, transfixing the rugged all-weather jacket with ease. The sky is a swirling angry mix of alabaster white and gloom-ridden gray. Just another day in paradise. The male began his morning exercise, which consisted of push-ups,sit-ups, and squats(for those thunder thighs). After about thirty minutes of rigorous exercise, he stopped and sat in the dew-laced grass adjacent to the building. Shame, thought DC would've survived. He thought, eyeing the desolate scene before him. Rust speckled cars, abandoned military barricades, and plenty of other embellishments to the scene.
"Welp, time to stop being depressed and start the day!". His voice was full of pep and just about the only noise being made that morning. He adjusted the strap to his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, walking into the deserted streets. The aforementioned barricades looked promising from afar, but any ammunition or weapons there had been taken. The lone skeleton of a soldier was just about it; even the kevlar vest it wore was useless, shot to hell. "Damn". He muttered, moving along. The lack of zombies was surprising but welcomed, even he got tired of telling them jokes. A secondary weapon would've been nice. The hunting knife was great, versatile, but another gun means more protection. And protection is a deathly serious matter nowadays.
Regardless, he kept moving and scanning buildings, looking for somewhere to stay. "Smells like s*** out here. It's times like these that I wish I had some frebreeze". After a while, he spots a rising plume of smoke. He proceeded to draw his rifle and creep down the street, getting closer to the source. The prospect of living people made his heart race as he rounded corner after corner, until finally spotting the squat store where the fire was. Before he could even investigate he heard voices, loud in volume and somewhat angry.Shut up..you'll attract something. He thought, moving closer to the source. 2 males and 1 woman, apparently having a (apologies for this next part) dick measuring contest. Even through the apocalypse some things managed to stick around. He set his rifle down, cupped his hands to his mouth and spoke;
"..What kind of bees make milk instead of honey?". He figured a joke would lighten the air and also let them know he wasn't hostile.
"Boobies"
@Drazah
That honestly sounds better than what I had planned. Wouldn't even be hard to edit what I already have
That honestly sounds better than what I had planned. Wouldn't even be hard to edit what I already have
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