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« on: July 13, 2008, 03:46:05 AM »
This is my First post Evar! :D I never really saw the point in forums cause I don’t have a server and don’t “Know” how to design or “Make” weapons etc . But now its very much necessary, so I can make post for the PRP clan on forums. With my first post I shall give my side of the story in are “Survivor Rpg” so far:
We are really up to day 8 in Rpg. So we are a lil behind in diary ;)
Ps. My computer is set to American spelling I think so yea just a note.
Day1: On the plan is was just going as scheduled, the weather conditions were perfect and I was on my way to Australia. This had already been an exciting journey, I came from London [I live in Australia in real life ;)]and have seen half of the world, I loved history , knowledge , research , though in the begin I was a carpenters son then as I grew
up in my life and its surroundings I wanted to learn more and more.
So now started my journey , traveling to Australia but… it is not at all what it turned out to be…. After a blurring and shocking crash I cant really remember what went wrong….
But now I look around seeing 3 other men , and I have no idea who they are…. Or if I can trust them……It was only then I saw I had a pistol shrugged in my town shirt, then I started to remember parts of what happened, only then I realized another man grab a gun too (Off the pilots) this was a time for caution but then begin to realize this men where not my enemies, one of the men was wounded and appeared to have short term memory loss… maybe he felt more adaptable to the surrounding for he doesn’t know what he’s lost…. in a panicking confusion we all knew we had to work together, the first step was to find shelter, a man in a red shirt carried the wounded man as me and another guy with a pistol searched ahead , we stayed close , for no one knew of these areas or what dangers lied waiting to attack…
Soon we found shelter a Large cave of stone , it appeared to be naturally formed. A strange looking mushroom two really glowing blue head and dripping water from the ceiling, we had no time for wonder so we found another section of the cave which was a reliable size for four people. With its own water supply inside I try to clean the wounded mans sores, soon then I learned of the red shirted man name, he was called CC, later we started to check the surroundings the sources of food and plant life , before I knew it we all knew each other first there was CC then Knaz and now Cookie.
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