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10/14/2015 11:07:42 PM
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-He looks at him and makes a motion for him to come over-
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*he walks over, wondering what he wanted*
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-He takes off his helmet- "So what's wrong man you look down"
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Ah. Just held a funeral for the soldier, and I've been down all week. Also, I found the fućker who did it, and only kneecapped him. I should've shot him where he stood.
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"Who was it?"
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Guy named dale alexon. (Burner character, as I needed a name for em)
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(I know) "Who killed him"
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Jeff Daniels (Another burner)
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"Well do you want to talk about it"
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Meh. What's to talk about? A soldier and friend died, I got vengeance.
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"Right well there's somethings we need to talk about"
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Which is?
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"Your growing number of soldiers"
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Alright.
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"With more soldiers cones more mouths to be fed and healthcare and such"
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Exactly. We're running off what we can scavenge from the old city, but we're running low
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"Right my idea is make your own source of food"
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How would that happen? We already have farms in the old city, but 5 farmers and 5 guards posted there.
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"Make gardens on your roof"
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Huh. We do have some room on a nearby roof. I'll radio the base, tell em to get supplies to the base from the old city. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go act on a plan.
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"Right" -He put's on his mask and dissapears-
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*i walk away, pull out a coin, and close my fist around it* ((End))
