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"...So we's can't goofs off 'ere, even though no real work?" disappointingly, yet with a twingle of resentment, remarked a much larger boy; this was not a mere boy a man built like a barn with a face like a pig dressed in some shabby - but not completely worn out attire. Engorged nostrils let...

Quartermaster Barrett gave a distinctive frown as he kicked at the dirt below while still holding the noose. "...I wish there were some bandits." morosely mumbled out Nathaniel as he once again kicked the dirt below. The boy took the time to tie noose into shape yet not a soul was to go into it...

"Oh." Nate blinked as he moved his ledger back firmly under his shoulder. It was useful that Griff did not always insist on double-checking, certain numbers were best left for him to check alone. He gave a distinctive nod of affirmation as Griff informed him that just because the locale was...

"A-ah!" squeaked out Nathaniel as he immediately dropped his make-shift bowl and knife to the grass below and picking up the ledger. Quickly standing at attention and offering a salute, Nathaniel offered the ledger to Commander Griff. Nate knew that the Commander had a, well, the most civil way...

Nathaniel Barrett was already up and about and outdoors. He had already checked inventory, at this particular juncture the assigned task was counting out the current stock of beer rations. After all an army marched on its stomach and to the beat of supplies, which meant it was imperative to...

"GEE!" Lucia first remarked as she tilted her head to glance in the direction of Oliver's cell, "THAT'S GREAT TO HEAR!" The mutant scorpion leaned her torso down a bit before leaning it back up. If she were a bipedal creature she might've taken to jumping, but as she was a scorpion, she did not...

The mutant continued her routine of cardio and enthusiastic chanting, all with a great smile on her face. "ALE-BRI-JE! ALL! THE! WAY!" continued on as she continued skittering to the left and to the right. It was a fairly common exercise routine, one that she could do in the small space of her...

Bad Twistah leaned in towards Alex frowning distinctively showing off a toothy grimace. “Ese I don’t dig biters an fronters, tapes nevah faulty. I a real street soldier, so lemme give you a demo o t’intro.” In the back of Bad Twistah’s mind there was a nagging sensation that Alex was right and...

Lucia ‘Lucy’ Dulce Guerrera - Cell Seven “HIYA MISTER STARK!” Lucia piped out flailing her left claw in a way as she skittered a bit closer to the cage doors. While most prisoners were smart enough or anti-social enough, or really anything in between those, to avoid communication with the...

Bad Twistah's lips curled and stretched into a symbol of contempt, but the corpse was struck with inspiration by what the boy said. If he was just ducking the civic duty of patronage for your street soldier who rapped and popped so you didn't have to, Bad Twistah would not allow him to avoid...

Shiieeet. The thought quickly emerged in the zombie's mind; he was endanger of being caught while riding on the down-low. His rapper credential, his reputation as a hard spittin' street soldier, did not need a blow that being associated with any part of the formal educational system. Bad Twistah...

Ah the exchange of goods and services, Bad Twistah was grinning as he began flicking through the bills, sweet, legal, tender currency that were given in exchange for the two mixtapes. "Aww ya y'oughta be notin' em, some foos straight up livin' there, others don't." remarked the zombie peeking...

“AYYO YO, THEN BUY A MIX-TAPE!” Bad Twistah cupped one of his hands around his mouth as he hollered at Charmaine who simply took advantage of the demo system without wanting to put miles in. Truly it was a worse crime than the kid dressing like it was church or some shit, and that smoking...

"SUUUUUUUCK IT CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMP!" hollered out Camilla Delacroix barreling past some nondescript loser while throwing a half-hearted flail of the limb, perched on top of a bitchin' motorcycle, one hand on the handlebars and the other holding her hat in place. All of Death City, the sidewalks...

"Look..." Davy Crockett began to explain as he kept on dragging the pair, "Y'know how I said we need a Sawbones n Huntin Plan? First we oughta help the lass who got hurt, at the least away from that Fearsome Critter." The frontiersman began swirling his tongue around in his mouth before going on...

As Davy Crockett was lining his shot, there were several events which were transpiring around the frontiersman. The first was that Marche, full of that springtime youth-filled piss and vinegar, didn't want to stay behind him. Davy Crockett moaned at the sight of that as, well, he already stated...

Davy Crockett turned his head, in a doubletake, as he raised an eyebrow at Marche as he began telling the tale. "Now I know yer tellin' a crotchety tale." remarked Davy Crockett as he began chuckling, even raising his knees to slap them. "A spell-book..." Davy Crockett once again adjusted his...

And as Davy Crockett was starting to get his bearings and proceed to explore this settlement, Davy Crockett was at least certain it was a tamed place, he noticed a rather off looking boy. Perhaps they couldn't help being born to look like that, or dress so peculiarly. Perhaps that one was carnie...

It was an inevitability at this point; the Alamo would be lost. James Fannin was unable to send in reinforcements, those around Gonzalez were soundly stopped by the Mexican Army; All the while General Santa Anna had bolstered his own forces. The Alamo stood guarded by a pitiful amount of men...