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by Partially Blind People » Sun Dec 06, 2015 12:01 pm
Vulkanas wrote:And so, after many months of fighting, squabbling, and not doing much else, nothing was accomplished.
THE END
by Derelldia » Mon Dec 07, 2015 2:43 pm
by New Grestin » Tue Dec 08, 2015 12:36 am
Partially Blind People wrote:"I can't, I was burned at Aspen, the scars are... too much."
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Peace Loving Warlords » Tue Dec 08, 2015 7:38 am
Beiarusia wrote:(Snippy)
The United Federation of Terrans wrote:"Can we get moving please!!"
Wallenburg wrote:"Foley, what are you doing? We can't let the town know where we--is he dead? Let me check."
The Nameless Wayfarer wrote:Wolfgang Magnusson // Salida Church, Colorado
"Father Mackenzie, I presume? My name is Wolfgang Magnusson," Wolf said as he pulled back his hood to reveal his messy, short-cut hair. The towering man's rebellious locks, dirty blonde in color, contrasted the pure onyx of his gas mask.
Wolfgang smirked, baring his sharp, dagger-like teeth, "And I believe we can help each other get what we want."
Beiarusia wrote:“I need to talk to Mackenzie. After you finish up.”
by Wallenburg » Tue Dec 08, 2015 12:30 pm
"Can we get moving please!!"
Maverica wrote:"I don't want any trouble! Please! I have a wounded man with me, he needs help now. Please at least let me and my freind leave peacefully. I hoped to see if you would help us get to Salidia." Yelled Gared as he rose with one hand up and the other holding the white flag as the storm started to roll in.
"Please.... Have some mercy."
by Beiarusia » Tue Dec 08, 2015 1:47 pm
Peace Loving Warlords wrote:"Help with what exact-"
by Partially Blind People » Tue Dec 08, 2015 2:44 pm
Vulkanas wrote:And so, after many months of fighting, squabbling, and not doing much else, nothing was accomplished.
THE END
by Maverica » Tue Dec 08, 2015 7:27 pm
by New Grestin » Thu Dec 10, 2015 9:29 pm
Partially Blind People wrote:-snippity-
The Fortress, Oklahoma | 2017 P.O
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by True Refuge » Fri Dec 11, 2015 8:11 pm
The Lowlands and Saxony wrote:True Refuge wrote:
The Evictor thought for a moment, quickly thinking about identities and alibis that he could use in that situation. He silently came to a conclusion.
"Jared. I've entered the city recently, like you. I've been around Colorado with a bunch of friends for some time, more than a decade I think." The Evictor glanced disapprovingly at William's rifle.
"I'm not the law enforcement around here, but I'm quite sure that having a gun inside now that the Vultures have stopped attacking wouldn't be allowed. I'm quite curious how you managed to get your rifle inside anyway without the guards confiscating it. I know mine got melted down earlier when the armoury exploded just a little while ago. They're quite tough here, it's like the only thing you can carry is a knife, and then that still garners suspicion. Perhaps you'd better hide it before someone who cares comes along and takes it from you. Otherwise, it's nice to meet you, and I'd prefer you'd put the gun down or at least stop gripping it like there's a murderer after you."
William nodded and fully lowered his rifle. "Sure thing. Nice to meet jou Jared."
William looks at his rifle and looks a bit worried
"I am not aware of the local rules and regulations so I pardon myself on that. This would then be the first town I've encountered that fully bans guns. I do however very much prefer to keep my rifle actually. It's a memento from my late father and it's my tool to make a living. I am a hunter after all. I don't have much skills besides hunting, searching for stuff and preparing a meal... Maybe I could offer my services here: I have hunted before in exchange for rifle rounds. Do you know anyone who would like some fresh meat?"
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by The United Federation of Terrans » Sat Dec 12, 2015 1:15 pm
by Wallenburg » Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:15 pm
by The Lowlands and Saxony » Sun Dec 13, 2015 5:54 pm
by True Refuge » Tue Dec 15, 2015 10:12 pm
True Refuge wrote:<SNIP>
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by Partially Blind People » Wed Dec 16, 2015 2:01 pm
New Grestin wrote:"I've done what I needed to to survive. Now, I need you to understand the position you've put me in. You've killed someone under my command. Normally, I wouldn't give two shits, but myself and a lot of people are interested in this working out. Eventually, someone's going to find that body and eventually, they'll figure out it was you. I don't want to have to kill you Tommy, but you've got me in a really bad spot right now."
"Now, come on," she said. "It's cold as shit out here."
Vulkanas wrote:And so, after many months of fighting, squabbling, and not doing much else, nothing was accomplished.
THE END
by The Nameless Wayfarer » Fri Dec 18, 2015 7:47 pm
The Nameless Wayfarer: I write, I drink tea... and that's about it, actually.
by New Grestin » Sat Dec 19, 2015 12:02 pm
Partially Blind People wrote:"You know what Jen, I understand. You aren't from where I'm from, things aren't the same for you." He paused for a moment, considering his next words, "I understand it's about survival, about coming out on top no matter the cost, but siding with bandits? Even you know that's not just survival." He sighed again, "If you're going to kill me, at least let me drink the night away first."
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by Peace Loving Warlords » Sat Dec 19, 2015 7:12 pm
The Nameless Wayfarer wrote:(snippy)
by Kazirstan » Sun Dec 20, 2015 1:35 am
Derelldia wrote:"So either of you two know where this place we're meant to go is? 'Cause I sure as all hell don't. Never liked settlements. Too many people sitting in a half opened can." His voice had trailed off into quiet mumbling by the end.
by Partially Blind People » Sun Dec 20, 2015 4:38 pm
Vulkanas wrote:And so, after many months of fighting, squabbling, and not doing much else, nothing was accomplished.
THE END
by True Refuge » Mon Dec 21, 2015 2:28 am
Kazirstan wrote:Ivana Plečnik // Salida
Ivana's eyes followed Wolf until the large man walked around a corner, out of sight. She gave a faint sigh, and beneath her scarf, her lips twisted into a concerned frown.
He'll be back, it's safe here.
At least that's what she told herself. After Aspen and Junction, after Beinfait all those years ago, she couldn't really believe that any place was truly safe.
Ivana's eyes remained glued to the street corner where Wolf had walked out of sight, until she was wrenched out of her reverie by Locust's voice.Derelldia wrote:"So either of you two know where this place we're meant to go is? 'Cause I sure as all hell don't. Never liked settlements. Too many people sitting in a half opened can." His voice had trailed off into quiet mumbling by the end.
She looked back at Locust, then looked around the settlement. The three of them were standing in what was once a four-way intersection. The traffic lights, long burnt out, were still hanging from their rusted supports. Upon the street corners stood several pre-outbreak buildings, presumably once businesses, that had been converted into housing for the residents. One such building was partially painted in faded and chipped yellow, and had the remains of a sign with two large, yellow arches in the parking lot. She had seen buildings, or remains of buildings, like this in almost every city and town she had passed through. An old woman she met in Aspen told her that there were thousands of these buildings all over the world, even across the oceans, that gave millions of people food every day. Ivana didn't believe her of course.
Near the end of one of the cracked, empty streets, she could make out a maleshift sign hanging over the overgrown sidewalk that read simply: Bar.
"Over there." Ivana said, pointing down the street.
Gesturing for Snow and Locust to follow her, the trio proceeded down the old street towards the bar. The wind was quickly picking up, and Ivana jogged the last few metres to the front door to get out of the cold. A bell on the door jingled as she opened it, and a few of the patrons looked toward the door as she walked over the threshold, but most remained absorbed in their drinks or conversations, os simply didn't care.
Pulling the scarf down off her face, Ivana sauntered over to the bar. She ordered three beers from the bartender.
"He'll be paying." Ivana pointed her thumb over her shoulder at Locust.
She handed one drink each to Locust and Snow, and took a sip of her own. It tasted like piss, but she kept drinking anyway. Perhaps she was just spoiled by Dean's (much better) brew. Looking around the bar, Ivana began to notice familiar faces, Aspenites. Finally, she noticed a very distinctive group at the other end of the bar. It was the edgy swordsman, the Vagrant he called himself, and his two buddies.
Surprised, Ivana, walked over to the group, currently conversing rather noisily, and leaned her hip against the bar, taking another sip out of her glass of piss.
"Hey bud, long time no see," she said sarcastically. He wasn't her "bud", and it couldn't have been any more than a week since she had seen him last. "I see you've made it to Salida, where's the rest of them?" She was referring to Mercer, Sera, Hugh, Lauren and the rest of the Aspenites, a few of which she could see in the bar already.
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by The Lowlands and Saxony » Mon Dec 21, 2015 5:19 am
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by The Nameless Wayfarer » Wed Dec 23, 2015 10:10 am
The Nameless Wayfarer: I write, I drink tea... and that's about it, actually.
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