The Hunt for Pandora's Box [RP]
- Thread starter Souji
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Spike: its fine... and i didnt lose that bad...
*Mumbles the last bit*
Spike: i hope so
*Isabella rises, her stomach now only being a minor inconvenience. It has been said that Isabella has a good constitution and a great ability to deal with pain, although this is the first time she has been shot, much less in the stomach. She walks slowly to the walker, but collapses onto the ground, the pain still being too much, regardless of her perception of it being only a minor inconvenience. A nearby nurse picks her up and carefully places her back on the bed. Isabella then sighs and turns Cartoon Emporium back on.*
srry guys.. but my comp's keyboard just broke ..and im stuck with on-screen one.. so this sucks typin wit this shit.. so to officially state this gil has ran and begun to recreate babylon in far eastern desert, so basically he is now just living alone.. srry we couldnt continue the fight
NOTICE
Horde Movement: Arrival in Northern edge of The Badlands
Members in Horde: 621
Status: Hungry
All Must Die.. The thought resonates through the horde as it trudges northward, half crazed with hunger. Their stench poisoned the already polluted air of the Badlands, as it had for the past month that they had been there. Food was scarce, and the Horde was hungry. the bare wiffs of life flowed down from the northern passage, bringing every member to attention. "Food." The horde smelled what they yearned for; what they craved for: the flesh of life. With an ear splitting cry, the horde begins to charge north, towards the only city thousands of kilometers: Neo Zenithan.
Estimated Time of Arrival: 5 posts
Horde Movement: Arrival in Northern edge of The Badlands
Members in Horde: 621
Status: Hungry
All Must Die.. The thought resonates through the horde as it trudges northward, half crazed with hunger. Their stench poisoned the already polluted air of the Badlands, as it had for the past month that they had been there. Food was scarce, and the Horde was hungry. the bare wiffs of life flowed down from the northern passage, bringing every member to attention. "Food." The horde smelled what they yearned for; what they craved for: the flesh of life. With an ear splitting cry, the horde begins to charge north, towards the only city thousands of kilometers: Neo Zenithan.
Estimated Time of Arrival: 5 posts