fishpotatopie Posted September 11, 2009 Posted September 11, 2009 "So you think they will be OK while we are gone?" Ben asks as he leans the gun on his shoulder.
katashy Posted September 11, 2009 Author Posted September 11, 2009 "Calliton, since we're going hunting, we'll try to find you a new gun." Ren get her bag, straps it on and sets of west.
dawnprawfet Posted September 11, 2009 Posted September 11, 2009 "i cant speak for anybody else outr here because i have no experience with anybody out here but i speak for myself when i say i will survive, i have survived alone for the past 16 years."
fishpotatopie Posted September 11, 2009 Posted September 11, 2009 Ben shrugs and walks off with Ren, ready to hunt for their next meal.
katashy Posted September 11, 2009 Author Posted September 11, 2009 " So, Ben, where you from?" Ren spots a pack of viscious dogs in the distance. Theres also a group of raidersfighting them. "We should let the dogs attack the radiers, then kill the survivors. We should tr and be stealthy now..." OFF: haha just realised something: REN and BEN! THEY RYHME!
TheCalliton Posted September 11, 2009 Posted September 11, 2009 "anyone a medic here?" calliton's shoulder had started to bleed again
fishpotatopie Posted September 12, 2009 Posted September 12, 2009 "Me? I'm from somewhere in Pennsylvania. Well, at least that was where I was originally from. I have the usual slave story. Blah blah blah, happy life, blah blah blah, we get captured and later I escape. That's my story, now what's yours?"
katashy Posted September 12, 2009 Author Posted September 12, 2009 "My dad was an ex British Army sniper. Most of Britian is okay, not many bombs fell there. He was a one of the few SAS members left. He was sent on a scouting mission here. But e fell in love with my mother and stayed, trying to make the Wasteland a better place. Anyway, both my parents died 2 years ago, they were killed by slavers. Ive been on the run from them since."
fishpotatopie Posted September 12, 2009 Posted September 12, 2009 A loud barking is heard from where the pitched battle between slavers and wild dogs were taking place. Ben looks through the scope of the rifle Ren lent him and sighs. "Looks like the dogs won. Want to have dog tonight? I can cook some wicked ribs if you want."
katashy Posted September 12, 2009 Author Posted September 12, 2009 "Ribs would be amazing! But first we need to kill them. Theres only two, you take the one o the right and I'll take the one on the left." Ren lifts up her sniper and takes aim at the dogs head. She fires 2 shots in rapid succession at the dog. She misses with the first bullet but the second is a direct hit.
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