Search results

howdy, howdy. Howdy cast. I plan to post in ZA tonight, however, my capacity to post in the future is questionable at best. I appolagize, but like welsh, handy, and suAside said - life comes first.

Bluffs, Southwest of The Den Two men lay flat, covered by weeds and dirt, one behind a highpowered Anti-Material rifle; the second with a scope, old 20th century tech. The two men lay alone; a part of an initial defense against the infected humans. "Aye- Ricky. Aw' Do we know these...

No rush Whelp - I got evacuated. Looks like my school, place of employment, and home are all in jepordy. I'm sitting in a motel six in Victorville, about 120 miles east of San Diego.

Are you dead, or are you sleeping? hey guys. This is the first time in nearly a month that I've touched this computer... fancy that. sorry for the abrupt leaving.

Cell Block "Err... Just think of it this way... One mans damnation could be anothers salivation." Said Duke, steying vigelant Garrage Wallace begins to look over his weapon quickly, sliding the bolt back, inspecting the weapon. Balcony "Well! This place sure went ape-shit-bananas...

I've been reading up. I can probably get by with posting today. which - I think I will. thanks handy.

real world welp. I've moved into my... piece of... err- Fun studio appartment with two others. Tight quarters, but its 600/mo. w/utilities, and wi-fi provided. c.o.l isn't quite as high as I had anticipated, which is a pleasent surprise. I'm situated, which is nice. job, car, apartment. school...

hey guys. Guess I went AWOL for a while. still AWOL, to be honest. I'll get back to you guys here. I have every intention to continue RP.

I'm not currently capable of posting. I appolagize greatly.

Hotel Hockey takes carefull aim at the wounded cyote's head, and squeezed the trigger Hitting the critter in the head with a .223 slug, Dropping it. "Cole!" Shouted Hockey Helo Ortega Remained at his post, though he quickly checks his weapon over; Hearing the radio chatter; he knew...

Post Edited.

sorry?

....Sorry?

The Den The runners were quickly dispatched by the Brotherhood riflemen. Those who pearch themselves above the wall, quickly ready optical assistants; 13x monicles, on tripods. the three riflemen begin their watch, the rest head back to the church. On the West Side Kagel walks toward...

Garage "Yeah, Mitch. Its the Redcrow family ranch." Said Wallace. "The way I see it, I need my rig. I'm sure as shit ain't sticking arround here."

Balcony Hockey Turns tail, and heads for the stairwell Cell Block "Would it hurt to wrap the bastard in plastic first? I mean - hell. might disguise the scent. Last thing we want is the scent of burning flesh." Garage " I know of a place." Said Wallace. "Mountains to the...

Garrage "Jesus Christ, David. You were actually planing to fallow her?" Wallace asks, in disbelief. "Our Best bet is to find high ground. some of these critters are slow, some fast. from what I saw in brownson tells me that flat areas are bad news. Hell, on the tarmac, the sons-of-bitches...

alright. I intend to post for ZA tonight. I appolagize for the nearly two week hiadous. between the hand, and my plans to move, I havent had much time. I was going to post last night, but I saw the last post date from Systematic Anhiliation. Soo - I decided to post a paragraph. as for my hand, I...

Enclave FOB An uneasy feeling sets inbetween the three in the cab of the truck. the final transmission recieved back at Forerunner kept replaying its self in theo's head. "Fuckin' Bloodbath" theo thought, reminessing on the loss of the vertichicks. Travis kept his hand wraped tightly...

hey handy. Is wallace's rig a sleeper?