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5 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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Sucks the RP is full, sounds fun!
@booksmusicanime

Thanks! I'll go browsing some more, I just love to RP, Actually...That's all my free time now a days, Rping...Huh.
Hunter would be in the kitchen holding a knife he found. "I'll let you know when I start having fun. But until then I'd like some answers." Hunter would notice the blood all over the women. Too fresh to be from an infected, Was it his? Only she would know. "What's with the blood? And I should mention, I have been in worse situations, armed with nothing but my smarts and my fist. So we can talk this out or we shall land in the knife fight of our lives." Hunter tried to keep a calm face, even with his military training he was still weak from blood loss. He was armed with a knife and for all he knew this person had a gun behind her back, maybe even his gun. Hunter would do a small laugh at the thought of getting shot with his own gun.
So I love the RP so far, Problem is because of the game type when I am on I spend a lot of time just waiting for an update, Does anyone know another RP like this one?
@ClocktowerEchos

((Oh sorry, I was I guess I really do suck at explaining things, I'll work on that a bit more. But yes))
After being passed out for who knows how long Hunter would start to wake, His leg was bandaged, his gear was out of sight, He was unarmed, and in a strange location. Did he make it inside? Did he settle down? No no that can't be the case, even if that was the case he would have left his side arm close by. He would stand, his leg still hurting. He started walking around, wondering what he may find. Maybe a person? Maybe people? Maybe Cannibals?! Wouldn't be the first time, First they help you, then they get you to trust them, they they cut you into tiny pieces then eat you. No, not again, not going to get eaten by some cannibal who tries to steal MY gear, eat MY flesh, Who ever they are they messed with the wrong person.
So My character Hunter has been alone, way too long. He talks to his stuffed toy dog to keep what is left of his sanity. Or at least when he doesn't talk to himself. Lack of people and water may do that to a person.
Hunter would hear the sounds of things being moved. He would speak under his breath. "People, you happy dog? I guess you're right, it could be an animal. Then we have food, Food is nice." Hunter would walk down the hall and into the ransacked room, it was collected from, recently. He would speak again under his breath. "I noticed too dog, Someone looted this place, and for what? Scraps? Could be more desperate then us." Hunter would walk up to the fire escape and sling his shotgun so he could climb. He is about to climb but before he grabs onto the ladder he stops, He opens the holster for his colt .45 and loads a round into the chamber. "just in case dog". Hunter would climb the ladder to the roof and try to keep focus on the collection of people. "Dammit...worst idea you ever had dog. Just the worst."
After running for a while Hunters foot landed in a pot hole, his ankle twisting. He would fall with a scream dropping his shotgun, it then going off and landing out of reach. "Dammit!" Hunter would try to stand to grab the gun but fall from his damaged ankle. "Crap...Crap crap CRAP!" The nearest runners would be upon him, he would turn and fire his M1911 into the closest one. he would turn and fire into the next one dropping it, he would turn and fire two shots at the last one, the first missing the next hitting it in the head, the close runners would all be dead. "Dammit, too much noise, way to much noise." Hunter would stand with a limp and grab the shotgun trying to keep balance.

After limping for a short way his eye sight would start to fail him, he was passing out. "Not that hurt...Blood loss?" He would look at his ankle and see what looked to be glass crammed into his leg. "Crap...Need to find rest." The screams of the infected were close, Too close. "Suburbs, only way I can hold out for the night, or the week. Huh, decided to fight so I wouldn't starve, Now I'm likely to starve because I can't walk." Hunter would limp down the street, Moving from cover to cover, avoiding the sight of the infected.

"How could I be so stupid!" he would say under his breath. "After that first shot I should have ran back into the trailer, or waited till morning in the first place." Hunter would sneak his way into a yard of a fairly maintained house, It seems safe enough to hold out for a night or two, or a week. Hunter would limp with the shotgun still in hand, Though too weak to hold it up correctly, it sages facing the ground being held with one hand, The other holding his injured leg. His hearing almost gone, his eye sight almost completely blacked out, his strength failing, he keeps trying for the door. He would walk up to the door but pass out before he could enter it. Before he passes out completely he just hopes that none of the infected are smart enough to make there way into the yard.
Hunter would hear the shot on the roof. "Yup...people..the dead don't shoot guns, If they did we would be screwed dog." He would look to his pack where his toy dog is strapped in. "You still want to go up to that?! Damn dog you're nuts...Though...food would be nice." Hunter would work his way up the stairs, his shotgun aimed and his finger on the trigger. "Hello? Any one home?" Hunter would keep the gun aimed up the stairs.
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