Author Topic: Wasteland: Evolved (innawoods) NO SLOTS LEFT  (Read 20608 times)

still waiting for epicduke.

Alex grunts, walking toward the seat and sitting down, the seat being a small rock.  He cracks the can open, taking out his multi tool and pulling the pliers out.  He punches a hole in the top of the can, and puts the tool away.  He then begins to drink it.
I sip my beer. "So, listen. We got off to a bad start. My names Matthew. Matthew Lee."

still waiting for epicduke.
whoops sorry.
I step out of the car and make a beckoning gesture towards me. "I don't mean to hurt you!"
"How do I make sure you aren't going to rob me?"
I step back a little and keep my hand on my gun.

"How do I make sure you aren't going to rob me?"
I step back a little and keep my hand on my gun.
"It's fine. Look." I raise my hands to show I have no fire arm. "I'm Domingo Chavez. Get in the car, we're going to Canada."

holy stuff all of your characters are so weird
first time cassord meets someone and steps in a airplane
"Whats your story?"
domingo meets epicduke
"Get in the car we're going to canada."
your characters are really weird when first meeting someone

I sip my beer. "So, listen. We got off to a bad start. My names Matthew. Matthew Lee."
"Alex.  Alex Cherenkov."

"Alex.  Alex Cherenkov."
"Well, if we're going to be sitting here drinking beer, we should get to know each other. What's your story Alex?"

"It's fine. Look." I raise my hands to show I have no fire arm. "I'm Domingo Chavez. Get in the car, we're going to Canada."
I start to slowly advance to him, still keeping my hand ready to grab my gun. "Alright, we'll see how this goes."

I start to slowly advance to him, still keeping my hand ready to grab my gun. "Alright, we'll see how this goes."
I open the door to the Jeep Cherokee. "Put your stuff in the back." I say.

"Well, if we're going to be sitting here drinking beer, we should get to know each other. What's your story Alex?"
"I come from a Russian family in Seattle, went to EOD academy in Eglin, Florida.  After I graduated I came back to see the family, and then the missiles dropped."

"I come from a Russian family in Seattle, went to EOD academy in Eglin, Florida.  After I graduated I came back to see the family, and then the missiles dropped."
"EOD, cool. I grew up as a 'hick', if you listen to some people. Others say good old boy. I say, I grew up normally. I grew up around guns, hardcore christians and Waffle House resturants. The only reason they bombed near me was because of the missile silos. Well, when we were hit, I gathered what I could and booked it to Canada."


"I see."
As I finish my beer, I crunch the can up. "I suppose I should just throw this anywhere, it doesn't matter. The earth is already more messed up by the nukes then 1 beercan of litter."

I open the door to the Jeep Cherokee. "Put your stuff in the back." I say.
I throw down my stuff, but put my revolver in my pocket. I plop down into a seat.
"So, are they any other survivors around here? You're the first one I seen."

I throw down my stuff, but put my revolver in my pocket. I plop down into a seat.
"So, are they any other survivors around here? You're the first one I seen."
I turn the Jeep's engine on. "I have no idea. But there is a safe place in Canada. Maybe there will be more there." I press my foot on the gas and head for the highway.