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Hello fellow Guild members. I'm Zmerr. I love to roleplay. I am very loyal to my roleplays and will honestly let you know when or if I have lost interest. In return, I trust that anyone I may be playing with does the same. I play a wide range of settings with the exception of most supernatural themes. I am almost always willing to try new things and love originality. I'm easy-going and I'm not particularly picky about grammar, though I take pride in my own. I can post anywhere from one sentence to ten paragraphs depending on the situation, though I try to keep it in a range of two to five paragraphs.

Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.

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Rick chuckled lightly. Jan always knew just how to get to him. How to put a smile on his face. Even after Lori passed away, Jan had been there to make him feel better. She was good like that and definitely an priceless friend. He would do a lot for her. Just about anything. He would do many things (like kill people who threatened) for his people, but Jan had a special place in his heart. Lara watched the interaction from a distance. Rick and Janet seemed to be tight. She vaguely wondered what had happened that made two totally different people rely on each other the way these two did. It was honestly very nice to see Rick smile. He didn't do it very often. The whole thing was pleasant. Two people making it in a world gone to shit. Two people able to see the good in the worst of circumstances. She envied that. Andrea walked through the gate that some Woodbury members held open for her. She was back. She had a plan. Tonight would be the night she made her move. Of course, she'd have to flee right away. She headed for her little apartment and began packing a bag. She shoved a knife into her boot. She would do it this time. "Sure thing, Gov." Merle said in a low voice before heading out to find cover in the trees. He knew that if they spread out, it would be harder to spot them as well as determine how many targets there were. Also, should the girl break free from the Governor and Martinez, he was waiting for her in the only place she could turn to run. He saw The girl and Daryl exit a house. He brought his gun down for a moment. Daryl. He missed his brother, but there was no convincing the man. He was glued to Rick like a little girl to her favorite stuffed animal. It was sad, really. Daryl loved and trusted Rick more than his own brother. He brought the gun back up, ready to shoot if he needed to. Even if it meant he had to shoot his own flesh and blood. Martinez waited behind the car with the Governor. Merle had taken a different route to cover more area in the event that one of Rick's people saw them. He nodded at the Governor's orders.
Sounds like a plan.
Right. I'll fix that.
Quick question: Are we already in Amona, or will we be traveling to get there? Edit: Another quick question: Are we starting our actual journeys or are we going through trainer's school first?
"Awake?" Breloom cooed as he poked Agatha with his tail. It was early yet, but he knew that today was the big day and he didn't want her to miss it because she overslept. He knew she'd be upset to the point of tears if she did and he couldn't bare to think about it. It hurt just to consider the possibility. Agatha awake to Breloom's gentle prodding. A warm breeze flowed through her open window. She turned to face the Pokemon. "Good morning, Breloom. Yes. I'm awake." Breloom bounced a little. "Ship?" He sounded excited. It took her a moment to remember what he meant. Then it hit her. She wasn't in her bed at home. She was on a ship to the Amona region! How exciting! She couldn't wait to get there and start trainer's school!
-Laughs- Okay.
"I found these." Lara held up a couple of bottles. Two water and one unopened beer. "The beer was hidden. Someone was trying to hide their alcoholism." It made sense. The room had looked as though it had once belonged to a teenage girl. Rick held out his find. A pair of worn boots that would likely fit Carl. "Just these. I'd say we're about done here. Let's move on." He looked at the dead walker on the floor. It was absolutely pitiful. Her limbs had been chewed off by other walkers. The only thing she might have been able to move was her head. He was sure she had, too. It looked like one of the girls had stabbed her through the head as the blood was as fresh as walker blood can be.
-Facepalm- Why did I have to ask.......?
You were curious. So liek a dog or cat, you asked the question the best way you know how. Except a cat asks it by pawing at your face in Morse code in the middle of the night; a dog, barking in the middle of the night using an extended version of Morse, called "Dog-Morse"
If you insist.
-Facepalm- Why did I have to ask.......?
Alrighty, Drake. Where do you get all these ridiculous dog gifs, Wilson? -Laughs-
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