Buddha isn't the only one who has hoes. I have lots and lots of hoes too. Why? Because I really like to garden.
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10 yrs ago
@Buddha Laughing My Ass Off XD I just read the same thing and cringed so hard. @PersonWho'sNameWillNotBeMentioned please... Rethink that post a little bit, and try a bit of mental therapy.
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10 yrs ago
@Wolf Paws I can relate. When I was hardcore working on a Pokemon RP I didn't sleep for 2-3 nights in a row. I figured it was time to sleep when I started hearing voices...
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10 yrs ago
Just Realized, My One Year Guildversery was 15 days ago :)
My post is up. I thought of the headset thing last minute, pretty smart, huh? *Is ignored by everyone* Isn't it? *still ignored by everyone* ... *gives up*
Etzer sat drowsily in the corner of the containment cell. His hands were clasped together, elbows on his knees, and head drooping lazily to the side. His hair looked like a shaggy brown plant sitting atop his head, where he processed thoughts in his dazed mind. He was drifting off to sleep as he awoke with a start. He hadn't been able to sleep ever since... It, happened. He was only able to doze off before awakening once again. As a result off this bags hand formed under his solemn eyes, giving him the impression of a homeless man. Finding his attempt of sleeping useless, with some difficulty, he got up from his sitting position, and stretched out his weak body.
Shouting could be heard on the catwalk above the survivors, and within seconds, a body dropped from the catwalk into their cell. An obviously infected man stood on the catwalk, holding to small green orbs in his hands. Holy Shit. Without warning, a loud roar erupted from their cell, the location, a man holding the dead soldiers gun. Etzer felt his heart pounding in his chest with the speed and ferocity of the machine gun that was just fired. A yell then sounded through the cell.
"HHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRREEEEEEEEEEEE'S JOHNNNNNNNNNNY!" By squinting, Etzer could see the door of the cell slightly open, and the muzzle of a gun poking through. Etzer dashed to the ground, landing on the dead soldier. Listening closely, he could hear a muffling sound coming from the body. It was the headset. He grabbed it and placed it atop his head. He grabbed hold of the mic and spoke as clear as his shaky voice could.
"Help! Help! This is coming from Survivor Processing! There is an infected trying to breach the door! We need someone down here, otherwise, we'll become infected, and you'll have an even bigger problem on your hands!" Etzer new that the infected wasn't trying to breach the door, he was just killing them, with no intention of infecting them. He knew perfectly well, but he had to do whatever he could to get out of this hellhole.
Nationality: From California Surviving Family: None that he knows of Former Occupation: Worked at a Donut Shop
Backstory: Etzer lived in California with his mother and sister. Ever since his rich dad divorced his mom and left them alone with barely any money, Etzer has been living with them. Since his mom had to work to jobs, she had the car, while his sister was put in a cheap daycare. This went on for eight months before T-1C. The daycare his sister was in was raided by those... Things, and they killed everyone in it. He then watched his mother's throat get torn open, the jugular gushing blood like a fountain. He ran, and ran. It was all he could ever think about, all he could ever do. He eventually found an abandoned house, and lived of canned food, as he didn't want to risk anything that had been left out. After a week, living in an abandoned house, Etzer was surrounded by the things. He grabbed a knife, and killed them. It was the first time he ever killed, and something triggered inside him that told him it wouldn't be the last.
Etzer moved from that house once it was torn up, and all the food was gone. He traveled, his food and water slowly diminishing, as well as his hope. The world had gone to shit, and his was on his own, the last drops of water in his bottle, stayed there until he couldn't bare it anymore and drank it. He was worn out, thirsty, hungry, weak, and soon, was almost lifeless. He laid on the ground and waited for the infected to come, but they didn't. He was left their to suffer. He was on the ground for a day. Only when he woke up, did he hear the screams of the infected around him. Only then, was he hopeful that he walls be put out of his dreadful misery. But he wasn't.
That's when the rescue teams came in. He asked and asked to be killed, but they weren't having any of it. They gave him water, and it refreshed him, replenished him, into a new person. He wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't unstable. He was Etzer, the Badass Donut Shop guy who could kill an infected person. With that cheesy moral support he gave himself, he was able to hang on, and make it to the rig, which is where his story ends. It's not the most exciting, or, 'life-saving' story, but it was what happened.
Appearance: Etzer is tall, standing at exactly 6'0. He is built strong, but what he went through wore him down, and now while he is built strong, he doesn't have the strength needed to accommodate his body. His once shoulder length brown hair, is cut short. He has soft brown eyes, but while they appear soft, they can become steel, and unforgiving at any moment. Besides his eyes, also decorating his face are many scars, indicated he's had a rough time out there.
@Frengo I know it's not the best, my misery and dust one was better, but here he is.
Name: Etzer Kilono Gender: Male Age: 29
Nationality: From California Surviving Family: None that he knows of Former Occupation: Worked at a Donut Shop
Backstory: Etzer lived in California with his mother and sister. Ever since his rich dad divorced his mom and left them alone with barely any money, Etzer has been living with them. Since his mom had to work to jobs, she had the car, while his sister was put in a cheap daycare. This went on for eight months before T-1C. The daycare his sister was in was raided by those... Things, and they killed everyone in it. He then watched his mother's throat get torn open, the jugular gushing blood like a fountain. He ran, and ran. It was all he could ever think about, all he could ever do. He eventually found an abandoned house, and lived of canned food, as he didn't want to risk anything that had been left out. After a week, living in an abandoned house, Etzer was surrounded by the things. He grabbed a knife, and killed them. It was the first time he ever killed, and something triggered inside him that told him it wouldn't be the last.
Etzer moved from that house once it was torn up, and all the food was gone. He traveled, his food and water slowly diminishing, as well as his hope. The world had gone to shit, and his was on his own, the last drops of water in his bottle, stayed there until he couldn't bare it anymore and drank it. He was worn out, thirsty, hungry, weak, and soon, was almost lifeless. He laid on the ground and waited for the infected to come, but they didn't. He was left their to suffer. He was on the ground for a day. Only when he woke up, did he hear the screams of the infected around him. Only then, was he hopeful that he walls be put out of his dreadful misery. But he wasn't.
That's when the rescue teams came in. He asked and asked to be killed, but they weren't having any of it. They gave him water, and it refreshed him, replenished him, into a new person. He wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't unstable. He was Etzer, the Badass Donut Shop guy who could kill an infected person. With that cheesy moral support he gave himself, he was able to hang on, and make it to the rig, which is where his story ends. It's not the most exciting, or, 'life-saving' story, but it was what happened.
Appearance: Etzer is tall, standing at exactly 6'0. He is built strong, but what he went through wore him down, and now while he is built strong, he doesn't have the strength needed to accommodate his body. His once shoulder length brown hair, is cut short. He has soft brown eyes, but while they appear soft, they can become steel, and unforgiving at any moment. Besides his eyes, also decorating his face are many scars, indicated he's had a rough time out there.