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[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Cranefly pushes him away. "Pay me."

[WorkerDrone]

Gaweir thumbs the safety off the zip gun with a menacing glare set on his face. "What do you want, eh?"

Seriously, need to get this on the roll again, because besides Jackrabbit's story, I'm not writing in character form, only journal, and I'll stop writing entries unless an update comes along.

[xaque]

Gaweir thumbs the safety off the zip gun with a menacing glare set on his face. "What do you want, eh?"

Seriously, need to get this on the roll again, because besides Jackrabbit's story, I'm not writing in character form, only journal, and I'll stop writing entries unless an update comes along.

Sorry, I've had a lot on my plate recently. Both RL and online. The story will continue at some point, hopefully next Monday at the earliest.

[Kel the Oblivious]

Out of no where the large red head appears, the empty pipe hanging limply from between his lips. his massive meaty hand resting idly on Gaweir's shoulder.

Oi, oi! Put that smegging gun away. We don't need to be threatening each other over fucking cancer sticks. Not when we have no idea how many o us are still alive in this world, and when we have things that are quite intent on eating us alive.

He lifted his hand, plucking the pipe out of his mouth, twirling it between his fingers, his pale eyes looking at Gaweir

I don't like you very much, but I know the pain of the nic fit. So, I am willing to offer some of my better stonework into your quarters, Cranefly, so we both can get some, and no one gets on the wrong side of one another. Or you can be a bastard, horde resources, piss people off, and find yourself surrounded by a bunch of people who won't mind seeing you on the other side of the drawbridge during the next siege. I am sure you would rather not live up to your name sake. You know where my quarters are. If I find a pouch of tobacco at my quarters when I get back from my target practice, I will make sure you have some nice cabinets and a couple of chests to store your crap in. If not, well, I will speak to the future council members that you are hording resource. I don't know about you, but if I was running this place, that would be a pretty bad offense.

With that he turned around, walking back off towards the target range, pulling out his zipper and checking it for stress fractures.

[WorkerDrone]

Gaweir scoffed dusting off his shoulder, from which a small amount of dirt and rock dust puffed off. Shouldering his zip gun, He began walking away, but not before kneeing Cranefly in the gut, making him keel over. "Fucking smokes." He mutters on his way to the ramparts. "Need some fucking smokes."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Cranefly takes out a packet and throws them to Gawier, who catxhes them

"I like your style, you don't take any shit. I respect that."

[WorkerDrone]

"I just roll with the punches, and get up and punch some more. I don't like you, pressboy. But if you need something done, come to me. Now piss off, I got second watch." Gaweir opens the pack, pulls out one of the much sought after sticks, and lights it up, slowly inhaling the cancerous splendor. "Ahhh..."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Cranefly's journal: Eh, that Gaweir is a better guy then I thought. Most of those law-types are all image, with no steel underneath to back it up. But this guy, he's a real strongarm he is. On a side note, I've got to deliver some tobacco to the stoneworker's quarters, I want me a cabinet to keep my things in.

[Byakugan01]

Ah, he was probably holding one of the rifles in his teeth. Whether or not this is safe or sane is an open question. One which he probably doesn't really think about. Even more so since he was probably holding the shooty end in his mouth-or the part with the trigger.

[Keita]

Uci stroles down the corridors of the bunker, on his down time, bored and lookng for something to do.

[xaque]

March 23rd, 2019
Francis caught a thief trying to sneak into the camp today. He bloodied him up a little, but the thief managed to escape. It's troubling because it means there's likely raider activity in the area, and they probably know where we are now. We'll soon have more than just Infected to worry about.

July 6th, 2019
It's been an unusually quiet year so far. There's barely been any signs of Infected for a while. The few we have seen were in a highly advanced state of decay. Could it be that the Infected will simply rot away, leaving the world once again clean and pure? I'll have to remember to study the next specimen we capture.

July 11th, 2019
A caravan of well-fed survivors passed through our camp today. They said they came from a city of survivors in the South, near Florida. I asked about the Infected situation and they said they'd encountered a fair number of Infected en route, but once they'd reached the Appalachians the numbers of the Infected began to thin. I have no speculation on the subject, other than that it might have something to do with the climate. Either that, or someone in the area is hunting them to extinction. Both cases are good for us. The caravan was loaded with all sorts of goods. They said their city was well-defended and had begun to return to a semblance of normal life. They had factories and houses, all behind armored steel gates of course. They were looking to trade for supplies they couldn't produce in the city, especially fuel and metals. We traded them a veritable mountain of aluminum cans which Dohan had fished out of the garbage, which they said they would make into lightweight weapons for their soldiers. In exchange, we received a shotgun, and a supply of pistol casings, which will finally allow us to make our own ammunition!

July 24th, 2019
Deathlord caught another raider thief skulking around the camp. He brained him with his shovel, but unfortunately the thief died from his wounds before we could question him. At least he won't be able to report back our location.



October 1st, 2019
The camp is beginning to grow restless. It's been two months since anything of note has occurred. Some, like Booky, seem to be happy with the stability and return to a semi-normal life. Others, Gaweir in particular, have been restlessly stirring up trouble out of boredom. Although I hate to risk lives unnecessarily, it may be prudent to send out supply-gathering expeditions, if only to give people something to do.

[xaque]

Events of October 5th, 2019
Frances was sitting in the dining hall, picking at her mashed potatoes. All they'd had to eat for the past year was potoatoes, potatoes, potatoes. It was enough to drive her insane. Some of the other survivors lived off a diet of goat meat and whatever else they could get their hands on. She had even seen Pathos furtively sneaking off to the butchery with a cat tucked under his arm. She shuddered. Disgusting. She could never harm a child of Gaia like that. No, she would suffer for the creatures of the Earth Mother. Potatoes were the gift given to her, and she would eat them. Just... not right now. Maybe later. She got up and brushed her plate off into the garbage chute.

Hey, sorry about the delay in posting your character, Blargityblarg. For some reason, I thought I had already posted her profile, but I guess I got her confused with Francis the biker.

[xaque]

Also, the election has started. Voting will run until Tuesday, to give everyone enough time to vote.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Did Cranefly get that cabinet?

[Zulaf]

<sub>Earl's Journal, Entry 2

Well I've been here for afew month I think, but I dont know its kinda hard for me to tell time here, the days seem like minutes all they got me doing is hauling. Well i suppose someones got get it done, I just hope they give me a damn gun soon.

Afew days ago someone was following me around, he never came up to me I think he was just watching me. Someone mentioned him being a reporter, Figures some of those vermin would live through I-day. If it was up to me I'd tie his ass up out side the barricades and use him for bait while the rest of us shoot the zombies and oh well if he gets hit by a "stray" bullet.

A caravan came by earlier today, I didn't want anything to do with them just in case it was the mothers that left me out there,you see I didn't just call them expendable but I said to one of them that his mothers was expendable too, would figure he took it wrong.

I seen those posters about the election, great just what we need more of the same same people that didnt even try to hunt the undead till they decided to swarm the whole damn area, i suggested to one of them to just use some lowly bums as cannon fodder but he would'nt have any of it. big ass babies. Hmmm there is one that I would vote for just for shits and giggles though, mmm and I do like goat.....</sub>

OCC Sorry if it double posts i got crappy internet.