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8 yrs ago
Eight six seven five three O’ nInNNneEEe
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9 yrs ago
@Ophidian Always go too far, because that's where you'll create the truth.
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9 yrs ago
@datadogie My score was 7. Yours?
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9 yrs ago
@Andreyich "MULTI-TRACK DRIFTING!!"
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9 yrs ago
Disestablishmentarism
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>.> damn it, guess it's for the best.
Oh crap,@ClocktowerEchos, is Edoric coming towards Horus and Brandon or the others?
Yeah, I was. :P
"Heh, your as judgmental as ever Brandon. Nice to see ya'", Horus muttered in a more welcoming, yet unexpected, tone. He had been called a killer multiple times before, and this time wasn't any different. He wouldn't testify against murdering Robertson, but he wouldn't confess, either.
Coming down from his hiding place in the alley, Horus strolled next to Brandon, his expression hidden by a rusted mask. "I heard a jeep go up the way, near the staduim. Probably some ignorant reinforcements. The sooner we catch up, the better chance we have.", Horus exclaimed. He didn't like the thought of teammates, but it was a deciding factor all the same. Horus' feet pounded on the cracked, blood-coated ground as he marched towards the staduim, waiting for Brandon to do the same. "I might've shot Robertson in the back, but now there's barely anyone to shoot. I gotta keep people for once, that make you feel any better?", he said, trying to keep Brandon's fiery temper off the trigger.
"Who the hell are you?", Horus shouted to the soldier currently looting the gutted civilian, his voice as rough as gravel. He stood within an alleyway born between two busted buildings, the dark corridor littered with zombie bodies. He had apparently been camping there since the end of the Union Staduim's failure.
Horus had been positioned into the Union Staduim the previous night, with the mission's profile being dropped the following dawn. Being hidden under a pile of cracked concrete and metal support rubble, Horus had only escaped once all his comrades had either died or scattered. He escaped only by the makeshift exits created by the last resort bombing of the oversized staduim.

"Didn't you hear me boy? Who are you?!", Horus threatened, his gun held high and primed. To him, this wasn't just a bluff. It never was. He was a stone-cold killer at heart, and always suspicious. Horus never knew who to trust, and it always was just easier to take out the uncertain factor in any equation.
Getting up an IC post soon!
Yes, we are good to go. I've just had trouble getting the briefing up. (I've lost it 2 times now, copying issues. *facepalm*)
So, how many more people needed before we start the rolplay up, @The Cook?
E is for C
I'm ok with everything, and I'm never sober...


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