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1/8/2016 4:31:08 PM
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"Those willows are monsters.... And I'm not leaving my people here to simply die off. At the very least, I'm going with them... But I'm not going down without a fight, I've been beaten with batons, thrown out of airlocks, shot, and fed to dogs pretty much every day of my life so far. It's gonna take more than a crash to take me down.."
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"Nor I my friend. I have no doubt that we'll make it through this."
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[b]he cries, sits down near the campfire and scratches out three more tags. Willow, Caroline, and John, with a switchblade[/b]
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"I'm guessing they were friends of yours? I bet they were valiant souls."
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"... And I failed to protect them...."
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"No, you didn't. Fate has a way of doing what it wants. It'll put you in situations that you can't win, just to see how far you'll go. She's screwed with me many times."
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"I never even found the corpses...."
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"Fate wants to break you. Don't let it. I made a promise to al my fallen brethren, and I think you should to. Know that you'll see them again. That's the promise I've made all my friends. I'll see them again: in this life or the next."
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"Alright... I'm s-sorry about that... Sorry you have to deal with me... I'll go if you wish me to... [b]he wispers something about eating your dog[/b] [b]he shakes and twitches[/b]
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"No, stay. Hey, we all need to watch each others backs."
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[b]he turns around, confused[/b] "Huh, that's the first time I've ever heard that... I got your back."
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"Hey, we've crashed, and we're all we've got right now. We need to stick together. Also, I don't want anyone else dying."
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"Seems pretty damn near impossible, friend."
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"Well, I do what I can. What matters is that you push forward when everything is going against you."
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"Aye. I'm willing to die for whoever. If someone you care for needs blood... Or bones... Or a liver... I'm here."
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"Nope. I've got one friend who needs an arm, but he's, well, he's really big. Like 7"5 big."
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[b]he takes off a prosthetic arm, like, rips it off of where it's supposed to be and offers it to you, along with some spare parts, noticeably larger than the installed parts[/b]
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"Dude! He's fine now. Put that back on." He says laughing. "He's also like, really far away."
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[b]blood spews from the arm.. He remains silent, attempting to reinstall the arm[/b]
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[b][i]Jakob helps. He's done this before for said friend.[/i][/b]
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"Why are you so... Sympathetic? It's making me a bit nervous..."
