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Day 366 :
Mass panic is still ensuing throughout the world and many riots and revolts have been reported along with the typical pick pockets and mercenaries. The White House is in smoldering ruins still with no attempt to rebuild it in a year, and once again i find myself sitting in a run down bar trying to drown my troubles with another glass of whiskey. Its getting late but still more troubled souls flock around the bar listening to stories of the past. The past....when the world was still stable without every country fighting to the death and unions toppling every single time you turn your head. When you didn't have to live in fear and when you didn't have to bolt your doors and sleep with your gun loaded. "Bartender! Another glass over here!" I said with a drunken shout. As soon as i could snap a glass slid across the table into my hand. "Thank you." "Don't mention it, i've been in your situation many times, another glass won't do the trick but it will set you free for a few blissful minutes and keep me rich, enjoy."
Day 367 : He was right, i thought to myself as i lay sprawled in a back alley with my many wounds bleeding over the cobbles and mixing with the dirt. That sure was a fight last night, i thought. As soon as the pain ceased i stood up and limped away to my small shack in the worst part of town. As soon as i walked through the battered gates leading into the west side i heard the familiar screams and shouts of this infamous district that i call home. As soon as I reached the door of my house i was already feeling better. Who knows? Maybe i'd be out of here and with my family again. "Fat chance." I muttered.
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Character Class : (Mercenary/Rioter/Slave/Bartender/Ruffian/Wanderer/Cyborg/Politician)
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Enjoy the RP
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Day 366 :
Mass panic is still ensuing throughout the world and many riots and revolts have been reported along with the typical pick pockets and mercenaries. The White House is in smoldering ruins still with no attempt to rebuild it in a year, and once again i find myself sitting in a run down bar trying to drown my troubles with another glass of whiskey. Its getting late but still more troubled souls flock around the bar listening to stories of the past. The past....when the world was still stable without every country fighting to the death and unions toppling every single time you turn your head. When you didn't have to live in fear and when you didn't have to bolt your doors and sleep with your gun loaded. "Bartender! Another glass over here!" I said with a drunken shout. As soon as i could snap a glass slid across the table into my hand. "Thank you." "Don't mention it, i've been in your situation many times, another glass won't do the trick but it will set you free for a few blissful minutes and keep me rich, enjoy."
Day 367 : He was right, i thought to myself as i lay sprawled in a back alley with my many wounds bleeding over the cobbles and mixing with the dirt. That sure was a fight last night, i thought. As soon as the pain ceased i stood up and limped away to my small shack in the worst part of town. As soon as i walked through the battered gates leading into the west side i heard the familiar screams and shouts of this infamous district that i call home. As soon as I reached the door of my house i was already feeling better. Who knows? Maybe i'd be out of here and with my family again. "Fat chance." I muttered.
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Character Sheet :
Character Class : (Mercenary/Rioter/Slave/Bartender/Ruffian/Wanderer/Cyborg/Politician)
Weapon :
Age :
Items :
Name :
Biography :
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Enjoy the RP