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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 6, 2008 22:29:28 GMT -5
*oh god... someone just slap his ass and get him back in here >.> I don't want us to be the only people in here, just to end up dying and all...*
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Mar 17, 2008 14:20:43 GMT -5
((Oi. there will be no unsanctioned slapping of the arse. but all you have to do is ask. I'll be starting from my last post and catching myself up a little bit, and please let me know if it doesn't fit in the timeline, i'll change some stuff around.))
Cipher gunned the engine through the camp, not bothering to stop for the two Russian f**ks. He fishtailed through the sand. Dropping the clutch and shifting into third. There was an ornate beauty in what was going on. Looks like everyone left the desert eventually.
There was a rumble through the sands of the desert. "Jesus, f**k!" There went the base charges. Cipher had always contended that that was a bad idea. In fact he figured it was the worst idea in a long, sad history of bad ideas. But no one ever listened to the guy who had been there for d**n near a decade. f**kin' kids and their mines. He lit a cigarette, went to offer one to Gail, but saw she was asleep. He flipped the lid closed on the pack of cigarettes. He looked in the back seat, that quarter mil back there. Here's to new beginnings...
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Post by Roara on Mar 17, 2008 17:08:42 GMT -5
"Arrrgh!" Evaan Bellowed, shifted his massive truck into gear, then speed after Cipher. Jovi was kicked back and relaxing in the passenger seat, with yet another bottle of his vodka.
"Say 'Vaan, you sure do stock up a lot of this stuff!" He tried to yell over the motor. He was jiggling around in his over sized seat, with the suspension making them jump a little when they rode over a dune.
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