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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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@ChaoticFox

Looking forward to posting! Though it's generally a poor idea for me to post unless it's close to mid day or I am on my third cup of coffee.... But it'll be fine I am sure. Well, not time to post yet but you know what I mean.
Eric was in a mess of situations right now. "Let... let me get this right... Take them to a theoretical safe house, in my two door truck with two seats, and a pretty decent collection of guns. Like... Really decent. Like if they get their hands on them I will be royally fucked. Then you want me to baby sit everyone? But don't babysit them? Like... I'd be a look out dog? I mean everyone could sit in the bed in the back, I could drive slow and that would work I guess." He looked at his own truck, it was in need of work, it broke down every other week, normally it was an easy fix but still. Eric wasn't too pleased about it. "I'll see what I can do, just hurry up and catch up. I don't want to be found in an episode of Law and Order."

Eric went over to the car full of his new Friends, his shotgun slung over his back. "So hello people, I am Eric, I am your new baby sitter, and I want you to know that due to some cargo that I am borrowing, you all will have to sit in the back of my truck there. I didn't know that was going to be the case or I would have brought a pillow or something." He looked back at Eli, who was giving a shotgun to his new friend. Who when Eric tried to listen in was only getting headaches. It was like there was a whole group of people trying to interact at once.

On his way over to the truck Eric stopped by Eli and his new friend. "I don't know what's going through your head, or what medication you might be on, but listen to some music. Preferably lyric-less music. It will make it easier for you to focus. And help my life by a lot. 'Kay, thanks... Bye now!" Eric strolled his way to his truck, throwing the bag of guns and ammo into the passenger seat.

Getting into the driver seat, he waited for everyone before he decided to drive off. "Al aboard, because shit is going to get real... and chances are we are all going to die." Eric starting up his truck, then driving to the cabin.


Now Jennifer can't possible resist Vin

I've decided Vincent's new power is creating endless puppies out of thin air. Just imagine the love he can spread and even give each Nate clone a companion. Insta win!




EDIT: So, gonna work on a post in a bit. Just finishing up other stuff then OFF TO DA SAFE HOUSE! Where Eric will sit in a chair with all his guns set up in his lap....
@AcerRo

Eli is talking about his cabin right? Just want to double check before I post.
<Snipped quote by Remipa Awesome>

I'm still blown away by the fact that people go to the waffle house. Like that's a place you end up at 4 am after you've been drinking all day


Hey, I think this situation fits, am I wrong?
Name: Henry Monroe

Nickname:
Hunter, Henry doesn't really prefer his real name so he always goes by Hunter. Figured it sounded cooler.

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
American

Appearance:
Henry Hunter stands just a couple inches under six foot, with a fairly average build to him. Though anyone that knows his knows he's not as strong as he looks. He has the physical ability of a nerd. Though while working he will wear decently nice clothes overall he would prefer to wear things like camouflage, t-shirts, or cargo shorts. Cargo Pants being the only exception to this.

Hunter has what he likes to call long wavy brown lushes hair, what it is closer to is brown messy curly hair in need of better conditioner. He has brown eyes to match his hair, being only a couple shades lighter then his own hair.

In-Depth Personality:
Henr-- Hunter is the kind of person who would crash his car in a ditch to save a stray cat. With that, he's also the kind of person that would rather himself suffer rather then someone else. Overall he can be a careering person, though due to having trust issues once someone double crosses him or betrays his trust, he can become a total asshat. This doesn't mean he would leave them for dead, but he would do everything possible to make their respective lives hell for them.

Hunter, does not function well under stress. Under less then stressful conditions, he can do all sorts of interesting things. Things like setting up a basic electrical circuit, or simple mechanics, or some carpentry work, or at a shooting range he could make a relatively decent shot. Under stress he would likely electrocute someone, or himself, crush someone's hand on accident, take a saw to a finished wall, or shoot his instructor in the foot (Not saying that has happened, but you have been warned).

Hunter is a bit of a smart ass, and has a poor tendency to make jokes at the worst possible time. This isn't him intentionally being mean or rude, it's just he doesn't really think his actions through. He's also has an issue with actually doing things, motivation is what he calls it.

Character background:
Hunter traveled a lot of the country traveling form base to base as his father was transferred. With his father being in the United States Army Hunter grew up around firearms a lot, he learned firearm safety right about when he was able to walk, and soon after he was target shooting, despite the fact he wasn't really good at it until he was about 18 years old. His Mother became a teacher once his father retired from the army, before that Hunter didn't know what his mother did. What he does know is that he is required to go to college now, one way or another.

Years later Hunter took several classes attempting to earn a college diploma. And it turned out almost like high school, barely passing, and lots of slacking off. But after four long, painful, and stressful years, Hunter graduated from his community college by only a few points. He soon landed himself a job with a construction firm that sent him into Toronto. The pay was nice, and the insurance benefits were even better. That and he was able to move out of his parent's place.

Equipment:
-Odds and ends for tools: A sharpening rod, a simple pocket knife, ducktape, and a fold up screw driver.

-Ammo: about 16 shells, 20 or so rifle cartridges, and a handful of empty shells with loose powder and primer (This is Hunter being over confident in his skills to reload shotgun shells.) Last but not least, a small pouch of less then edible rice. This bag of rice is supposed to act as something like a bipod or a tripod.

-Food: Not a lot left, maybe a couple days worth, three or four if he's rationing really well. But who needs food anyway? The human body can last days, Weeks with out eating! Though water is about as bad, you're kinda dead after a couple days with out water...

-Other: Hard candy, the reason being is it's better for walking, helps with dehydration. Forces him to breath through his nose instead of his mouth. He keeps spare socks with him, he figures he can find more clothes with out too much work, but socks, dry socks are like gold now.

Weapons:






**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**

(Hopefully his is good! if there is anything you would like me to fix let me know and I can get on it!)
I can get a post up after then, this would give me time to actually wake up and not post something really stupid >.>
@AcerRo@Rawk

Dinner huh, Have you tried the local Waffle house? I know it's for breakfast but it will be better then anything else he would be able to catch with a rifle. Unless he's at waffle house. Though adding booze in the mix there's no telling what will happen, by the end of the day everyone that survived will be cannibals.
I HAVE POSTED! SO I am ready for a time skip if everyone else is. Deon, is really fucking happy I should mention. Like... Really fucking happy. Kathryn... is not.... Not at all.
Kathryn Miller


Kathryn knelled over her dead father. His lifeless body, now emotionless. Then Mithias spoke. "Do you want to come with me, Kathryn?" She was speechless for a moment. Unaware of what to say. "yes... and I want to learn to fight... I want to avenge my father... I want... Deon, Fucking, Erickson to burn a hundred times over before his death..." She stood up to face Mithias, and she looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to make that bastard Suffer. I want him to hurt like I am hurting now... I... want to take everything from him. Like he has from me." Kathryn didn't know it yet, but anyone who knew Hank, knew that Kathryn was just beginning to follow the path of her Father.

Deon Erickson


Rats filled the room, hundreds of them, no thousands of them! And Deon felt right at home. He was ready for it all. The second Nightwar was beginning, and his father would be the one to have it done. "Much has happened since your unfortunate death. Before your reincarnation, Mortals have advanced, they can now travel the world in mere hours instead of weeks. They can send explosives from across the world in minutes, they have been into the depths of space, they have developed weaponry that gives some humans enough edge to challenge us... Father... We are in our most fragile state in history. Our most recent attempts at putting mortals in their place... has failed... " Deon didn't want to admit his familiar in front of his father, but he had to. He needed to know everything. "The Mortal population has reached over seven billion now... we are struggling with a few tens of thousands if my numbers are correct. Most of us are in deep hiding. We no longer have the element of surprise. Father... So much has changed... And I will be here to assist you in any way possible in getting use to the new world, and taking it back from the mortals who have soiled it!"

Deon was ready to prove himself, so far a lot of his plans have backfired, but the most important one has not. "We need to leave Father, I have our transportation waiting for us on the roof of this structure. It will take us to one of my back up facilities where we can plot out next move." Deon stood now. Facing his father. Standing at 6'5", he did what he could to not act intimidating to his father. Trying to prove his worthiness. "This facility is compromised, and you still need to recover before the fighting, and I need a bit more time then we have so I can heal before I can fight."
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