This will be a plotty-update involving PLOT SHIT. It is not necessarily WEIRD, though.
>Strife: ShoesandHats vs. Skyrim
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>Abscond.
>ShoesandHats: Continue updates.
Game-strife!
Shoes uses battle technique: Preoccupy self with Youtube!
It is ineffective against Skyrim's guardian rubric, Fun-brand.
Shoes absconds!
Skyrim prevents full abscond-tion.
Shoes half-absconds!
>Check the mail.
You go downstairs and put on your coat, snowpants, and boots. You open the door and head outside.
The streets are filled with the snow of a harsh Wisconsin winter. You and your parents haven't been able to drive because the snowplows take their sweet time in getting out into the country.
A cold wind breezes past you, turning your breath visible. You've had to survive on what little you could carry in your arms from the small town nearby and your house on the fields of cold. Hell isn't hot. It's cold as ice. Colder, in fact. Despite being raised in these conditions, this particular blizzard is more terrible than anything you've seen. You're virtually alone except for your parents. They don't usually talk to you anyways.
It is your thirteenth birthday, and as with all twelve preceding it, you feel bored. You have your video games, sure, but they don't sate the boredom you feel. You hope that this new one will add some much needed excitement to your life.
It will.
"And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again." - Teddy Roosevelt
Yes, you are certain Teddy Roosevelt said that. One hundred percent positive.
You check the mail. Sure enough, after sifting through countless spam-letters and stuff you find a CD in a case labeled Sburb. You doubt it could be anything else besides the game.
(( Favorite Revolver? Don't you mean Revolvers? Also, she lives in an expensive Victorian Manor. Why would she need a makeshift shooting range? ))
>Alice: Earmuffs are for pussies! But you should put them on anyway, to please your Grandmother. Where are they anyway?
((You're trying to be accurate at a shooting range. Dual revolvers generally aren't all that accurate. Also, I didn't know Alice lived in a Victorian mansion. I just thought she had a real classy room or something. Besides, why would a 100+ year old mansion have a shooting range?))
You search for your earmuffs. You remember leaving them somewhere around here. They seem to have been placed on the wall of one of your shooting-range stalls. You put em' on if not just to please your nanna.
> LM: Get the dogs into their gourding leashes. Check mailbox on the way out.
((I plan on making your little thingy like mine. You know the one? I think so. What kind of vibe would you like about it? PM me. I'll do the actual action once you do.))
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