Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]

[HerpaDerp]

As everyone gets in, I press the button. Nothing happens at first, but, a second later, the whole RV explodes, into a fiery cloud that rises yards into the air. It literally incinerated the crazies, and shookthe whole mail truck. "Fireworks for you guys, I set the fuel tank to blow up at the press of this button. And... We're taking the mail truck for sure." I laugh, then slowly fall asleep again.

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[Jokey365]

"Why the crappy mailtruck?! I prefer the RV!" I shout before looking at the crazies surrounding the RV. "SHOTGUN!"
~After explosion~
As I watch the explosion, a childish smile appears on my face, and I begin clapping.

[Mikoyan]

"I think I left my satchel in there..." I say, exhaling in relief. I take both of my knives out of the sheathes and examine them.

[Tomcat]

Name: Edak Mills.
Age: (Note; you cannot be within three years of another person's age unless the age is between 17-25 or 35-45) 18
Personality: Quiet, but with a air of authority around him.
Appearance: Trimmed, cut hair, with peach fuzz and a small mustache. Caucasian.
Inventory: (You may not start with a gun or a sword or something crazy like that. The best you can get is a switchblade and a slingshot. Start with small stuff like a flashlight.)
Clothing: Leather overcoat. Khaki pants. Synthetic boots.
Picture*: Coming.
Backstory*: British, immigrated to America recently, right before The apocalypse broke out. His father was a navy man, whose he never knew. His mother is sick in England, but she sent him to America for college.
Previous RPs*: various.
Other**: British, again
Skill***: Sharpshooter (quite obvious), Boatsman.

[Jokey365]

Name: Edak Mills.
Age: (Note; you cannot be within three years of another person's age unless the age is between 17-25 or 35-45) 15
Personality: Quiet, but with a air of authority around him.
Appearance: Trimmed, cut hair, with peach fuzz and a small mustache. Caucasian.
Inventory: (You may not start with a gun or a sword or something crazy like that. The best you can get is a switchblade and a slingshot. Start with small stuff like a flashlight.)
Clothing: Leather overcoat. Khaki pants. Synthetic boots.
Picture*: Coming.
Backstory*: British, immigrated to America recently, right before The apocalypse broke out. His father was a navy man, whose he never knew. His mother is sick in England, but she sent him to America for college.
Previous RPs*: various.
Other**: British, again
Skill***: Sharpshooter (quite obvious), Boatsman.

This time I'm going to have to enforce the age rule.
Change your age.

[Mikoyan]

"Well, now we don't have an RV..." I say, beginning to play with my hair again.

[Jokey365]

"Will you stop with the hair already?!"

[Mikoyan]

"Why?"

[Jokey365]

"Because it disturbs me! It's disturbing me as much as it would a normal man if you whipped it at his face multiple times."

[Mikoyan]

I whip my hair around

[Jokey365]

"QUIT IT!"

[Mikoyan]

I laugh

[Jokey365]

I remember my large amount of duct tape. "I can easily wax all of that hair for you!"

[Mikoyan]

"Noooo!"

[Jokey365]

"Well stop whipping it around!"