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[jc6036]

"Hunter. I was out in the wild when the bombs dropped. I was far enough away from any bombing site to not be killed immediatley. Dropped my gun because it was too heavy, and I needed to conserve strength. Names Bill, you?"

[Fniff]

"Fniff. Odd name, my parents were hippies." Fniff smiles.

[jc6036]

Bill chuckles a little  "So, how many supplies you got here?"

[Fniff]

"Well, I have a bit. Mostly gained through scavenging. Don't worry, that water is fine." Fniff smiles. "So... You see anyone still alive out there?"

[jc6036]

The smile fades from his face.  "No, nobody. And no large animals. I saw some vermin, and thats it. Im sure that there is someone out there, though."

[Fniff]

"God, I never thought it'd end like this. I knew something was up when those guys at Sheperdnet started to build fallout shelters and advertise them, but... I'd never think that... God." Fniff's smile fades.

[jc6036]

Bill stands up  "Im going to rest, seeing as how Ive been walking for 15 hours straight."  He drags a dirty matress out of the corner. Laying down, he speaks before he passes out  "I will help scavenge when I wake."      ((Im actually thinking about rolling a d6 for this game.))

[Fniff]

(You could use the junkulator.)

[jc6036]

((Hmmmm. . .sounds intriguing. (spelling fail.) what is it?))

[vagel7]

Dang man, you start a lot of games and haven't finished them yet.

[Fniff]

(Well, I am aiming to stop making so many games. I am just going to be a player for a while. Apart from this one, this is it. Also, it's based off Keeping Up With Bay12, but with a focus on realism and characters)

[jc6036]

(Just add a pinch of apocalypse for flavor)

[Little]

A figure in a black hoodie and tattered jeans staggers down the street, weaving and nearly falling multiple times. A gas mask covers their face, a well-worn backpack slung across their shoulders. A large knife in its sheath is clipped to their belt. They lean against a building, a small Canadian flag sown onto the sleeve of the thick hoodie. Ripping off the gas mask, she smiles.

"Happy Canada Day! Hic! Oooooooooooooo Canadaaaaaa...."

[Fniff]

Fniff listens, grabs a shotgun and walks out.

"Who was that?" He shouts.

[Little]

She waves cheerfully, nearly falling flat on her face as she does so.

"Have you seen my whiskey, man? I dropppppped it somewhere!"