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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 .

Bio

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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Once Hunter was forced to give the microphone back he may have replied with some colorful words. Though when he started walking off he walked his way back to the employee who he apologized to soon after. At least Hunter thinks he apologized? What did matter though was even though Hunter was still a bit drunk he was still in the right mind to know that there were some nice people in need of his attention at the pool.

Hunter noticed both Jareth and and Jules at what seemed to be another bar? Didn't matter, Hunter was drunk enough and if he wanted more to drink he has some in his bag back in his room. Hunter made his way to the water park, looking at the whole place like if he was a kid again. And it felt great. "LET'S DO THIS!" Hunter ran to the water park making it about 10 feet before he tripped and fell. But quickly recovering to continue running.

Hunter did what he always does when first entering any form of amusement park, go down the biggest slide he could find. Once at the bottom he found himself in a pool. Once surfacing he knew he must have been drunk as hell. He was starting to see things now? That was a new one. He crawled his way out of the pool and ran his way over to a group of ladies. "Hey Ladies! There's no way you're going to believe this but... You guys all look like some people I use to know!" He pointed to one of them. "I mean you look like my ex even!" He'd start laughing. "I mean could you imagine how awkward that would be! Especially with the threats I got from her dad!" He started laughing a lot harder before something came to him. These girls looked... very familiar. It was the tattoo that got his attention. A tattoo of five black stars that formed an S shape on the arm of one of them. "Well... son of a fuck."
So may I ask when the first In Character post begins?
SO are players still being accepted here? Seems like a really awesome Role-Play and I would like to get a sheet up soon!
@BlackRose24
That is going to go one of.... I want to say three ways. each result would be interesting.
@BlackRose24
There is only ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!
Coyotes?! Hunter had been in a situation to defend himself from the dead. But they were slow, they didn't think, and they were stupid. He ran over to the table where the guns still lay. The spread on his pump-action was too wide to hit a coyote from here. and his break action held only one shot. But if they were not feral then maybe he could scare them off with a warning shot. Though it was loud as hell. Though no matter what it seemed they would be firing the guns.

Hunter unloaded the pump-action and loaded the other shotgun, putting the spare shells in his pocket. Three spare shells. If things got bad, those would have to last. He grabbed a couple ear plugs and crammed them in his ears, soon taking aim. "Cover 'em!" He fired the shotgun in the general direction of the coyotes, hoping the blast would scare them away. And hoping that just one shot wouldn't bring the dead. Two shots may but one they are just alerted.... he hoped.
@Alina13@Aintitfun1997


Hunter Monroe


Age: 24

Gender: Male

Skills:
-Long guns
-Minor hand to hand combat
-A bunch of small random skills (ie. Fun fact skills)
-Basic Hunting skills

Gear:
-A .38 bolt action rifle.
-A twelve gauge shotgun.
-Duffle bag
-Matches
-Pocket knife
-Rope
-Loose ammo

Bio:
Hunter grew up going from school to school as his parents looked for a good place int he economy. Most the time only to move again. After years of this he eventually moved out on his own, forcing him to work most of his waking hours, and still land up back at his parents. After this happened a second time he eventually joined the national guard. Despite being no where near the top of his unit, he was good with that. Getting paid, a place to sleep, and getting food.

A few years after joining the national guard he eventually had his own place and a town to call home. But once the bombs fell he had to choices, join up with his unit, or run like hell and save himself. After riding his truck out of town to get out of the blast zones he eventually was forced to go it on foot, the truck running out of fuel. Armed with what he was able to raid from his own place, and from near by places he attempted to live off the land. All of that more or less failing as his training didn't really prepare him for surviving a nuclear wasteland. So he walks and looking for supplies that may have been left behind, and failing to find anything edible.

@XxLyraxX
I like it! Though it was his rifle that blasted to bits, the shotgun it like the one things that does work right still.
So I am debating when I should reveal that Hunter is full of shit about being in a relationship.


Hunter Monroe


Age: 24

Gender: Male

Skills:
-Long guns
-Minor hand to hand combat
-A bunch of small random skills (ie. Fun fact skills)
-Basic Hunting skills

Gear:
-A .38 bolt action rifle.
-A twelve gauge shotgun.
-Duffle bag
-Matches
-Pocket knife
-Rope
-Loose ammo

Bio:
Hunter grew up going from school to school as his parents looked for a good place int he economy. Most the time only to move again. After years of this he eventually moved out on his own, forcing him to work most of his waking hours, and still land up back at his parents. After this happened a second time he eventually joined the national guard. Despite being no where near the top of his unit, he was good with that. Getting paid, a place to sleep, and getting food.

A few years after joining the national guard he eventually had his own place and a town to call home. But once the bombs fell he had to choices, join up with his unit, or run like hell and save himself. After riding his truck out of town to get out of the blast zones he eventually was forced to go it on foot, the truck running out of fuel. Armed with what he was able to raid from his own place, and from near by places he attempted to live off the land. All of that more or less failing as his training didn't really prepare him for surviving a nuclear wasteland. So he walks and looking for supplies that may have been left behind, and failing to find anything edible.

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