He feels a sudden rush of relieve, a literal release. "Thank you." He said as he looked down to read it. The words seemed to suck him in, and flood his mind.
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6 yrs ago
Hello all! I have returned, after an unexcused abcense. Now, let's have a hell of a time.
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7 yrs ago
Sup turd-nuggets
7 yrs ago
I don't really care anymore. If I can't find a RP that won't fall apart in a week, I'm probably going to leave this site. So, let's hope for fun.
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7 yrs ago
All RP groups that I'm in, I will be gone until the 4th. GM's, control my characters until then.
7 yrs ago
I need a 1x1 RP with no romance, but a metric-fucking-ton of action. Anything but romance.
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What makes a man? Not his muscles or speed. But his courage, intellect, and morals.
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"He won't willingly give it to me. He's smarter than that." He mumbles as he looks at Sinclair, and then walks to him. "Brock... I need the tome." He said, trying not to sound like he's being driven insane, which he is. The tome is causing his mind to deteriorate.
As he sat there, he looked to Eve. "I'm fine, but thank you." He then began to feel the pull of the fire, as well as the pull of that damned book. He needed it. He needed to know what was inside of it. He was almost certain that whatever that book had, was meant for him to read... Now he just had to find it. He began with looking towards Jen, trying to see her bag. If it was anywhere, it was probably in there...
He opened his eyes when he heard Eve, and leaned forward. "I saw nothing." He said, realizing that he probably wasn't going to be getting much rest. He, out of boredom, checked his arm again, just trying to pass time.
He waved off the weird snake, he didn't care for it much, he really kept it around for Eve. He began reloading his arm, putting the bag of shells in his bag. Once he topped off his arm, he leaned back, hoping to get some rest.
The bag hits him in the side, then he picks it up. "Thanks..." He said as he opened the bag.
As he is studying his arm, all that he feels safe doing is adding an outer shell, additional armor. He then looks for shotgun shells, but he doesn't quite know where to look, they're not in his bag.
He sits there, and takes his bag and puts it beside him. He then opens the back and pulls out an assortment of screwdrivers and hammers, as well as spare parts that he's acquired along the way, and contemplates if there are any possible upgrades that he could make.
"Yes. She is okay." He responds, looking to the skeleton. "We should be leaving." He says as sits, awaiting departure.
"It's okay, just let it cool down. All is well." He said while looking at his arm. "Nothing is damaged."
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