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How much would a woodchuck chuck wood if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
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“It’s obvious …”

[Looks however, couldn’t bring up an answer.]

[Waves dismissively.]

"Depends."

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colonel-ares-ta-redwood:

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Easing his massive frame into a sitting position, Tycho retrieved a canteen from his pack and took a swig. “Yeah, y’seem like a fella who’s seen his share o’ stuff. Say, I never caught your name, stranger. Name’s Tycho” he said, extending his hand towards the armor-clad man.

“Ares.”

Redwood admittedly shakes the man’s hand as a sign of respect. The strength within a man’s grip when shaking hands- symbolizes many things for both. But most importantly shows respect. Redwood soon went back with his cutting and butchering.

“What brings you out this way Tycho?”

Dimensions - RP with colonel-ares-ta-redwood

ghostsoftheroad:

In a rocky, area of desert scrub-land, between slanted weathers pillars of rock is located a cave, a winding tunnel of a cave gloomy and damp for the most part. But it is for now oddly illuminated from within as a portal glows and twists, picking up small pebbles and dust that had blown in over the years.

There are markings around it to, etched into the rock and drawn into dirt in a haphazard way and the remnants of candles and burnt wood are flung into a pile against the wall.

Whoever was there before clearly was not there now and quite possibly they had exited the world by going through the portal that still fluxed and pulsed, though now there were voices mixed with the sound of the wind, someone was walking through, and one voice sounded more enthusiastic than the other about whatever this was.

"Oh this is cool!" Proclaimed a slightly translucent teenage girl as she stepped out of the portal and onto the dusty floor of the cavern, looking around in wonder with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. But though her translucency quickly faded and left her solid enough for the black eyed boy, who was roughly spat out by the portal, to collide with.

"Yeah if you like being dragged through weird ass stuff that should not be in a Starbucks restroom Its cool.." He was being sarcastic of course, Ethan had not willingly gone through rather the girl, Sarah, had pulled him with her.

"But lets just go back now, you don’t even know where we are." but neither did he and there was just something terribly off about this entire place and it unsettled his core and instilled a fear of panic there.

However Sarah was already heading for the mouth of the cave and then to Ethan’s dismay, the portal behind them started to decrease its size…to make matters worse he was almost 100% certain that he could hear noises outside the cave that were more than just the wind…

Redwood stood before the abyss of darkness and mystery. The Riot-clad soldier looked down into the darkness of the cavern. The opening, gave off unsettling vibes, which made any traveler anxious. Redwood looked behind him- at the whole entire Mojave behind him. The Ghoul’s purpose here was simple- he was tracking down some wrongdoers that carried a price. Raiders who descended upon caravans where hiding with the formations of wind-blasted rock. And Redwood’s gut and instinct knew they were within the dark cavern.

Redwood proceeded to walk down into the cave. Stepping carefully and making damn sure where he stepped. Not only would this serve as some raider’s hiding space- it’s serve as some rattle snake den. That which Redwood doesn’t desiring going through. While making his cautious way into the darkness however, anxiousness soon befell Redwood even more. Even such feeling made him stop for only a brief minute. Redwood knew something wasn’t feeling right about the dark. Something seemed rather off about it. It wasn’t like any other darkness but one that cloaked something. Something was within the darkness- something deeper within the cavern was something.

Redwood soon went further down however, a loud crack soon came from his boot. Redwood went back and quickly looked- seeing the skeletal remains of someone. Tattered clothing and with a certain expectation for whoever. Redwood calmly stepped over the remains and went on.

However, he soon heard voices from further down. Knowing very well it’s the raiders he’s been looking for. However, the Ghoul soon saw something strange- seeing a white glow.

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courier9:

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A Hunting Trip {Open RP}

colonel-ares-ta-redwood:

Redwood’s eyes sharply spotted something moving. His breathing became silent and careful within all regards. His finger slowly squeezing down upon the rifle’s trigger. Ahead was a lone Big Horner, grazing upon a desert…

"My mistake, stranger. Only other folk I seen with that armor are the Rangers and-well, nah, just them". The armored duster brought memories of his excursion into the Divide back. Shaking his head, Tycho took his pack off and set it on the ground. "What brings ya out this far into the wastes? This is almost Khans territory"

Redwood gave a simple nod of acknowledgement and proceeded skinning. However, always keeping mind about the stranger. Friendly faces and manners can hide horrible qualities. The wasteland was within an overabundance of liars. Redwood’s partial attention was diverted when Tycho mentioned Khans.

Redwood stood upwards while looking at Tycho. Redwood knew where the Khans roamed and shuffled about.

“It’s peaceful out here, considering where you step, but I know about those tribals. Frankly I’m not intimidated.”

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Never Surrender - OOC - FCC

The internet has allowed Freedom’s voice to expand. People could practice absolute individuality on the internet. Practice their right to free speech on the internet. Without paying or surrendering anything to anyone. However, there are those who believe there must be interference. Believe that costly regulations must be em-placed on the internet. I believe whenever tyranny cloaks within good intentions. Or “common-sense” rules and regulations. The Internet suffers from such subversion and rampant regulation. And furthers the chances for censorship and oppression of freedom. Furthers the chances for an small group to decide for everyone else. The Internet is a place where everyone can express their voice. The internet has allowed Freedom to climb further above. Here, everyone gets the chance to speak. Here everyone gets the chance to inspire. Allowing the FCC’s offensive to succeed would create misfortune for all. The line must be drawn here, this far, no further! Because freedom is everybody’s business here on the internet.

staff:

Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.

Ready? 

Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.

(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)

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