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| 28 Nov 2015 04:41 PM |
Blizzard it is! One cannot outrun these phenomenal, cold furies of nature. One cannot withstand the force these cold furies blows at you, and here you are, holding tightly to the sleigh handles as the huskies trudge amok through the coldly barren landscape. Just you, some other people and your dogs, it seems; John and John. A threat to humanity is lurking somewhere near in this desolate land, you and a few associates have made it this far, there is no turning back now. For one, you know it is your sole responsibility to stop this threat; hidden it lies, unbeknownst to the majority it stays. What more is there to say?
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| 28 Nov 2015 04:43 PM |
Ah crap I've did it again.
A. "How far is it?" you shall yell. B. Order the dogs to stop for a food break. C. Inspect your belongings. |
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| 28 Nov 2015 04:47 PM |
B
but that's none of my business |
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| 29 Nov 2015 03:47 AM |
Whistling the halt tune, John and John skid to a halt. The other explorers soon stop beside you. "You hungry, fam? We've got dog treats and that lot in the white bag on my sleigh." one says.
A. Get the food. B. Get the dog food. C. Have a chat with the friendly man, D. Inspect your belongings. |
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| 29 Nov 2015 12:43 PM |
I think it's better off if this is an ISRP. You do your thing.
To all; nothing is finite, space is unlimited for all we know, and my ammunition regenerates itself. |
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| 29 Nov 2015 12:49 PM |
(Yeah.) I take out the food. "Just a moment sir." |
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| 29 Nov 2015 12:52 PM |
He looks up at you, intrigued. "Yes?" he asked in a neutral tone. No one wanted to be a part of this, you don't even remember how you became involved in this.
To all; nothing is finite, space is unlimited for all we know, and my ammunition regenerates itself. |
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| 29 Nov 2015 12:59 PM |
| "Everyone up for beef stew?" I say as I bring the crockpot filled with it out. |
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| 29 Nov 2015 01:01 PM |
John, John and three other dogs bark about as they smell the stew, but scatter away from the pot as another person- female- feed them mutton and other various kinds of meat dogs like to eat. "The thing'll freeze over sooner or later, mate," one states, "but sure, in a day like this, stew is the way to go."
To all; nothing is finite, space is unlimited for all we know, and my ammunition regenerates itself. |
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