Why not just crash the car? Speaking of which, how the hell are we all able to fit in the back of a single cop car?
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I do not "brainrot". I brainferment so my brain will become even smoother and even more potent than before in its smoothness.
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I was gone for a lot longer than I thought >.>"
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Sorry for my absence! A Volunteering position suddenly turned into a Volunteer Leadership position I was not expecting at all so things have been hectic.
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Look at you posers, having to bang dragons or sell your soul for magic when you could just play a lute for some. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. - Bards
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11 yrs ago
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"I peg on first date"
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not if I can help it lass :P
not if I can help it lass :P
Any possibility of being a horde-like faction?
>Land through the roof
>Plz ignore the blood dripping from head
>Don't ask why there's a goat in a Venezuelan ceiling fan
>Stands at attention
>Plz ignore the blood dripping from head
>Don't ask why there's a goat in a Venezuelan ceiling fan
>Stands at attention
Also mildly interested but curious on how magic will work. Is it more Harry Potter or Warhammer?
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btw Tanner is just an NPC I made up, just clarifying.
btw Tanner is just an NPC I made up, just clarifying.
"Well then, I think this will be a splendid outing don't you say Tanner?" DaVinci turned and smiled to the scavenger who sat next to him as the gentleman clapped his hands in excitement. Wasteland safaris were always good fun even if they got a little rowdy, Hayden expected nothing less today.
"Umm... O-of course sir. It w-will be fun." Tanner nervously chuckled, his greenhorns showing.
Hayden examined the young man as he rocked back and forth, his hand tightly wrapped around his fire axe; not quite as good as Hayden's own Gentleman's Survival Tool, but that's personal preference. Tanner was the newest of the little "resource procurement" team which Hayden lead, replacing Jordan Hawkens after he took an unfortunate bullet to the chest which had some sort of poison on it. Hayden shook his head sadly at the memory, Hawken's final breath was nothing but pained screams.
"E-excuse me, sir?" Tanner sheepishly waved a hand to bring Hayden out of his nostalgic past, "Will y-you be expecting u-um... enemies? Li-like bandits?"
The gentleman noted how he emphasized the word "enemies", as if he expected them to be any real threat. Typical greenhorn behavior. Once he got himself into a few fire fights and one or two good all-out, fists-flying melees he'll no longer worry himself about it. Assuming he survived all of that.
"Tanner my boy," Hayden chuckled heartily and slapped the greenhorn on the back, "They're just minor nuisances. If you're scared of a few mad denizens of dark alleys with guns, you won't last a day beyond the walls! Its the mythics you've got to keep an eye peeled for, the bloody cunts can kill you faster than you'll be able to call for help you aren't careful!"
Hayden laughed to himself while Tanner forced a chuckle, clearly Hayden's speechcraft need a bit of polishing, his moving speech only served to unnerve the boy even more. Hayden could sense the fear radiating out of Tanner, his sweat trickling down the openings between his head and his beanie.
Checking his own equipment, Hayden patted his armored vest and made sure his gun was loaded as the others started to fill the truck. Once again turning to Tanner, looking like he was about to break down, Hayden transformed into his teacher mode, telling the young man how to best deal with dastardly vampires and such, what was the best way to accurately aim a gun, the rough locations of vital organs, all those itty bitty details that would increase his chances of remotely surviving.
Hayden lit up his pipe and leaned back against his seat, Poor bastard he thought to himself, he was expecting something to go wrong. He knew it, the winds were unfavorable and something just felt amiss. Hopefully he'd find another book or trinket to even it all out though, they were always worth something to DaVinci.
"Umm... O-of course sir. It w-will be fun." Tanner nervously chuckled, his greenhorns showing.
Hayden examined the young man as he rocked back and forth, his hand tightly wrapped around his fire axe; not quite as good as Hayden's own Gentleman's Survival Tool, but that's personal preference. Tanner was the newest of the little "resource procurement" team which Hayden lead, replacing Jordan Hawkens after he took an unfortunate bullet to the chest which had some sort of poison on it. Hayden shook his head sadly at the memory, Hawken's final breath was nothing but pained screams.
"E-excuse me, sir?" Tanner sheepishly waved a hand to bring Hayden out of his nostalgic past, "Will y-you be expecting u-um... enemies? Li-like bandits?"
The gentleman noted how he emphasized the word "enemies", as if he expected them to be any real threat. Typical greenhorn behavior. Once he got himself into a few fire fights and one or two good all-out, fists-flying melees he'll no longer worry himself about it. Assuming he survived all of that.
"Tanner my boy," Hayden chuckled heartily and slapped the greenhorn on the back, "They're just minor nuisances. If you're scared of a few mad denizens of dark alleys with guns, you won't last a day beyond the walls! Its the mythics you've got to keep an eye peeled for, the bloody cunts can kill you faster than you'll be able to call for help you aren't careful!"
Hayden laughed to himself while Tanner forced a chuckle, clearly Hayden's speechcraft need a bit of polishing, his moving speech only served to unnerve the boy even more. Hayden could sense the fear radiating out of Tanner, his sweat trickling down the openings between his head and his beanie.
Checking his own equipment, Hayden patted his armored vest and made sure his gun was loaded as the others started to fill the truck. Once again turning to Tanner, looking like he was about to break down, Hayden transformed into his teacher mode, telling the young man how to best deal with dastardly vampires and such, what was the best way to accurately aim a gun, the rough locations of vital organs, all those itty bitty details that would increase his chances of remotely surviving.
Hayden lit up his pipe and leaned back against his seat, Poor bastard he thought to himself, he was expecting something to go wrong. He knew it, the winds were unfavorable and something just felt amiss. Hopefully he'd find another book or trinket to even it all out though, they were always worth something to DaVinci.
...since either you get twice as many dad jokes or you get suck in an infinite loop of "ask your mother"
Tentivley interested, would me bringing back a snarky ass AI from a previous RP be acceptable here?
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