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"Nope." I get up "I lived on the outskirts, in the country. Barely anybody was living there. So I'm not used to other people..." |
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"Aw crap!" I hit myself in the head. |
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"Well, in my country, there were lots of wars, know what I mean? Like.. people shooting eachother everyday.. I had to choose. Hang myself or fight. Well, as you can clearly see, I'm still alive." |
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I look around. "Wait, I think I see a person over there!" |
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I walk towards the distant people.
'HEY!" I shout towards them, waving. |
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I point my gun at him. "Uh, who are you!" |
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I take out my Snub-Nosed Revolver and also point at him. |
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Oh my God, this is amazing
Name:Alex Masterson
Birthdate: Whenever would make him 18 (? lol)
Appearance:Black buzz cut, green eyes, and thin lips. A long and thick scar goes down his right cheek. Muscular build, and he wears a kevlar vest and US Marine camoflauge. Tan combat boots.
Personality: (Not required.)
Biography:His childhood was a sad time. He pretty quickly discovered that no one he knew cared much for him. He was destructive, chaotic, and not a great listener. So when he tuned eighteen, two years before the nuclear destrouction of the planet, he joined the army. He signed up a boy, but was quickly broken and trained to be a man. When the holocaust happened, he was lucky enough to have been found and taken to Vault 18....or so he believes.
Items: His weapons were taken from him, except for a pocket knife he smuggled and a granite bar to sharpen it on.
Occupation: Soldier |
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"...Well, I would tell you if I weren't three seconds nearly from utter death." |
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"Well we wouldn't point if you would tell!" |
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(totally not gonna get accepted) |
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(The thread will be like page 5 by then) |
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OH YEAH!! invittion accepted |
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GoldNJoin Date: 2008-06-16 Post Count: 6486 |
-Chuck-
After making preparation I left the settlement.
Heard a rumor about some Vault actually opening up and providing shelter.
The Vaults weren't supposed to open yet, but apparently this one was.
I might head there one of these days. |
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