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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Psycho?

I think NOT.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

yum.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Monday...

Lol

Yea, I had work and was lazy :)

I got it done, alot of replies done.

Also Irish is gone I'm pretty sure, so he'll be like... worked out somehow o.o

Thanks guys~
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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Nick Kostashe

September 5th, 1969
1102 HRs

Before the blackout, Nick only remembered connecting a punch to that old man's jaw, but something gnarly caused the both of them to hit the floor. Heavy burn marks over his chest and minus one gold chain left Nick pretty pissed, and in pain. If Jackson hadn't radioed for a replacement patrol the two deputies wouldn't have responded so quickly. Deputy Yang and Jaber responded, by putting handcuffs on the two of them and separating them. Yang was a skinny, Asian - stick of a cop but Jaber was one of the biggest cops in town. All white, all American and straight from the suburbs of Dearborn - right outside of Detroit. The town sure had its characters, but these two never fucked around. The sounds of an ambulance siren broke the silence in the distance.

"You have the right to remain silent anything you say..."

The Miranda caution drilled into the twos ears as Nick squirmed with pain, hot gold burned and settled into his chest as he eyed the vice-principal Jones. It was fucked, they were both so fucked. Jones maybe more than Nick, the army needed Nick - and no one needed the old fart. People were coming outside, some familiar faces were popping up. Byrant, Rodgriuez - they were all watching, judging. It sucked but that's how it was, the tightening of handcuffs buzzed into Nick's ear as the cuffs that now laid on this wrists were firm. The two found themselves in a tight mess.

The ambulance came and Nick was loaded up first, the cops might drive Jones to the ER if he needed the aid for his jaw. It was unlikely but yet to be unseen. The teen didn't say anything to the VP, but he knew other people would talk, they would give him the thrashing Nick was reserving his energy for. This only escalated the already delicate situation, but what could he do?

Complaining was never his thing anyway.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

Screamed Hall as he ran through the bunker, his lasgun spewing out a hot beam of fucking death. It quickly corpsed any impeding baddies, his bayonet was slick with gore and his body was as hot as hot could get. It was hell, that bunker on the other side was not kind to the Emperor's guidance. Poor Emperor, Hall thought as he had to plow through a bunch of nobodies. Sustaining bruises and rifle butts from the myriad of melee encounters Hall saw on his way through the heretical bunker, Hall regrouped with his squad within in it rather quickly! He saw the mute down the hall and waved as he ran over.

"Emperor protect!!! It's me! The Emperor has brought us back together!"

For some reason, everyone was crouched and in cover as Octavia - the emperor's voice, threw something out to the battlefield, as Hall walked into the section of the bunker they were stationed in.

"What the..."

Was the words Hall got out when the grenade went off, his ears were ringing and tunnel vision grew quickly on the young man. "AHHH!!" he screamed as he got down on all fours, crawling to Octavia. The man was scared, too scared as he found himself close to Octavia and fellow legionaries. "The Emperor... He did not foresee this." He managed to say as he began to collect himself (probably with the help of some boots). Ammo topped off and lasgun ready, he remained behind the wall with a face-splitting grin - his eyes focused on Octavia for guidance, and also the view.

Lasgun fire found itself into the bunker, screams were heavy and frequent and death and despair seemed to be the only smell the group could continuously witness in this hell of a simulation. They could be well, the only squad left - but maybe that's not how it works. They had to do something, they had to win.

For the emperor.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

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It didn't take long for Amy to make her way down from the cliff side, bumping into a few people and collecting her gear she set out for her own tent. The bear traps were done and stored with, now the world was waiting - maybe. She needed talk to people, relax. Apparently, alot had happened today, stuff was found and a kid but that's all she knew. Her train of thought was interrupted by some innate carnal behavior, monkey sounds emitting from a nearby tent. Soft laughter spewed out of the young woman's mouth, how childish and immature. Who was she to judge tent-side fuckery or animal impressions? Regardless, she found herself saying

"Fucking losers."

To no one in particular.

It was a bit of a walk back to the campfire, where everyone was setting up to drink and celebrating. Celebrate nothing special of course, but it was here when Amy found out about the kid. Not that she asked or anything, she was alone again on a log. A conversation was brought up about the kid, apparently, she tried to kill one of the troopers when they found her. Stupid, whoever it was should have shot her back but they kept her like they kept the baby bear. The kid was a liability - just like Lyra. Amy found herself smiling to herself at the thought of Lyra and a child being associated. The cunt was just like a kid, stuck up, entitled and stupid.

Looking at her hands she imagined blood or something gnarly on to be covered on them in an event of a fight. She wanted to fight someone, it just felt right to deal on a dish of self-righteous justice to someone she didn't like. She didn't know alot of people though, not enough people to hate. She didn't like Lyra though, something was off about her - so she always got shit detail when it came to technology. Amy didn't want to see her, Jain or Maisy. Yet, they still showed their faces like they knew they could taunt her. They were wrong, one day was going to be the day Amy picks a fist fight with the wrong bitch. Or the right one, she couldn't gauge her strength. She just knew she blamed a few individuals for problems that were only partly their fault, eyes back on the growing campfire Amy saw herself calm down.

The kid, they shouldn't have taken her in.

Amy felt around her person, she was looking for her ice pick but she must of left it in her tent.

What a shame.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

In both collabs you fucked the colors and now Im CONFUSED.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Didnt know April was Darric B)

In Too Deep - A futuristic Lovecraftian experience

Can I see an example of the cs :( :3?

In Too Deep - A futuristic Lovecraftian experience

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