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For everyone who is playing a villian or shady character willing to give info to the badguys, let me know if you want to talk to the "Big Bad" of whatever area we are at in the RP. For example, if anyone wants to speak with Carlito during this section, let me know.
"No treasure, only him." Issac said simpily, pointing towards Jon as he examined the passed out guards for anything valuble. "Pieces of that box and the truck would be good trade for junkers through if you want to take a chance."
As Issac leaned down to examine the other guard, he heard the...
Issac narrowed his eyes, not that it could be seen behind the goggles. "Don't kill them. Some of them are just doing what they have to do to survive." Issac spinned around to face the other truck that was fast approaching.
He stabbed his staff into the ground, causing spikes to grow out and...
"You can just call me Hero for now. Just don't let those guys hear it." Issac muttered with a sigh. Not only was there no treasure in the box, now he has to deal with some of Carlito's men.
"Lets just get this over with quickly. I already got in one fight today and all I got out of it was a...
Issac approached the edge of City 36. As per usual, there was a small group of wastelanders living just outside the city walls, selling and trading goods to other people who lived in the harsh place. Issac made his way to one, keeping his face hidden. These were not the kind of people you wanna...
I think every RPer has that phase. I both love and hate going through my first ever RPs. I'm so nostalgic for the stories but ughhh they were so edgy.
So, just so everyone knows, my idea for now is to give everybody some time to get used to the world, and settle into whatever roles they wish...
The sun beat down on the wasteland ground outside of City 36, formerly l known as Las Vegas, but that was long ago and long forgotten. The highway the ran high above the ground over the waste land was filled with traffic as usual. No matter where Issac traveled in the waste land it was like...
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