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Lmfao.
Power just went out as im doing the response, let me try to get back on. Will see if im fucked.

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Car crash.

Not really but that guy totaled the windshield, buddy had no chance Zack was going 100 MPH and he was like a fly on a swatter. Mangled, distorted and twisted. He was so fucking dead, but poking him with a stick only seemed like the only way to gauge if he was still alive. So Alex did, Zack was throwing up in the woods and then Alex. He was twisting, gurgling in his own blood like an epic death scene from a cinematic but it felt too real to be a movie. White guy, looked rich at least but like in the movies the bad guys don't stick around too long. The drive wasn't too long anyway, to the lake - they were in rural Washington. Zack couldn't stop shaking "Fuck fuck fuck! We're.. We're so fucked Lex!". Alex sat shotgun with the window open in silence, the night seemed so inviting with the neon lights in the background. "Have some hope and I'll pray for us." She said solemnly.

Zack was a blond too, cool slicked-back hair he thought he was the next actor to hit Hollywood. Leather jacket, torn jeans and cowboy boots, she always liked his eccentricity. A heavyweight grew in her stomach on the thought of the incident, Zack cracked his fingers while Alex took a bible out of the glove compartment. Never really religious she said started "Our father, who art in heaven..." she prayed for Zack and herself, for forgiveness for their sins and for hope. A prayer only gets you so far, especially when you incapacitated someone and left them for dead.

They got to Cle Elum Lake and dumped the car, it was Zack's family car but it would become a write off as a stolen vehicle. His parents would call the police in the coming days but they never did get the insurance claim on it, something that weighed heavily on Zack. The two hitch hiked back to Seattle, two hippies coming from the west Yakima so they said. The trucker didn't care, he didn't mind the company - old guy in his sixties he was done trucking soon. They got back to Seattle the next morning, hanging around and watching the news was depressing especially when they found the kid.

Zack got out his dad's .44 later that day and held it in his hands.

Alex looked up, she spaced out for sure but the cop had started talking and her voice sent a chill down her back.

“Mr. McCoy, do you mind if I ask about the candles? I’m not the incense type. Is this strictly necessary? And what’s in them?”

What's in them? She inhaled through her nose and realized the smell was weird, Chinese food weird. She blinked in the semi-dark room, she was fearful.

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Will post tonight... fyi we're your favourite

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good post

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the photos

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

perma killed!

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

If u dont post ur char dies

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Some old fucker came into the room late, of course, he was nice enough to be loud enough to disturb the session and Alex's train of thought. The guy looked like he was going to kick it any second, but he was definitely looking her over - like a complete weirdo. Alex internally cringed at the thought and turned her gaze back to the younger-older man, the Doctor. He was simply having a coughing fit, something about his career smoking habits. The tissues in the garbage were bloody, gross the guy was probably going to die during the session. She just realized the old fucker who walked in was someone famous or something, maybe she just didn't keep up with famous old people but the name Dorman-Smith sounded important maybe familiar.

Then the other chick started to talk and Alex's face got whiter when she mentioned she was a cop. Fuck, to think that she'd be in the same room with one this ways across the country. Her jaw kinda dropped but she tried to play it off by covering her mouth with her hand. Then a bunch of people started coming in, another old dude but he didn't seem like a bucket of scum and then essentially the epitome of an NYC thug walked in too. Everyone from all walks of life just poured into the therapy session, essentially this was going to suck. Talking was cool but talking about stuff you didn't want to talk about wasn't - for the most part.

The thug, Joe started to talk. Escaping a cartel and hiding, maybe he wasn't as badass as she initially thought. Then the old man - the doc turned to her to ask. Still, in shock, the doc asked the question regardless - her story. "Oh uh, well. I'm Alex, and I'm an alcoholic a while ago my boyfriend Zach went missing. I have some crazy nightmares and the alcohol helps I guess." She starts to crack her fingers. "Losing someone is just traumatic is all, the anxiety that comes with it and the pain. Hopefully, it's not long-term and maybe talking about it will fix it. Fingers crossed."

She lets out a sigh, a huge weight felt like it was lifted off her chest in a figurative manner. She smiled afterward as if to display a sign of hope but in reality, she was scared. The cop was probably the scariest thing she could face right now, the pervert, thug and other guys seemed to pale in comparison. Her hands rested on her bare knees as she awaited a reply from the old 'wise' doctor, today was going to mark the start of a long six months.

In Too Deep - A futuristic Lovecraftian experience

i hate rp

Xcom RP; are the masses interested?

if u do sstrp i can get a group of good rpers but tenative for xcom bro