Author Topic: Wasteland: Evolved (innawoods) NO SLOTS LEFT  (Read 20543 times)

"Yeah, you scared me quite a bit. I wouldn't think anyone would be generous enough to offer someone a ride these days"
"Well today's your lucky day Devan. On the way to Canada, we may pass a few bad towns and parts of cities. Be ready to fight a gang if we come up on one."

I got up from my seat in the plane, feeling hungry. I sifted through Clay's miscallaneous items he had laying around in the plane until I found my backpack. I cracked open a can of peas I had and slurped it up from the can. After I had emptied it I set it down on the ground along with my backpack, went back to my seat, and fell asleep again.

Maybe next time someone makes an unrelated adventure using Inawoods that doesn't get locked bc of OP ill join that.

Maybe next time someone makes an unrelated adventure using Inawoods that doesn't get locked bc of OP ill join that.

you can join right now if you want

When I get home I'll o it and do it with weapons I know about

"Well today's your lucky day Devan. On the way to Canada, we may pass a few bad towns and parts of cities. Be ready to fight a gang if we come up on one."
"Sure hope we can take them." I feel less tense now and take my hand off the gun.

"Right."
"So should we move or should I set up my camp?"
« Last Edit: August 03, 2013, 01:36:54 PM by mlockha »

"Let's pack up now."  he said, getting up and walking over to the tent.  He ducked inside, and emerged moments later with a sleeping bag and a few other miscellaneous supplies.  He then began pulling the stakes from the tent and disassembled it.  He put it all back in his large backpack, and heaved it onto his shoulders with a grunt.

"Let's pack up now."  he said, getting up and walking over to the tent.  He ducked inside, and emerged moments later with a sleeping bag and a few other miscellaneous supplies.  He then began pulling the stakes from the tent and disassembled it.  He put it all back in his large backpack, and heaved it onto his shoulders with a grunt.
"You wanna lead?"

"Sure hope we can take them." I feel less tense now and take my hand off the gun.
We start to approach New Orleans. "Canada 560 miles. Wanna stop for some food and gas?"

I begin tuning radios, seeing if I could hear anything.

We start to approach New Orleans. "Canada 560 miles. Wanna stop for some food and gas?"
"Sure, I was starting to run low on food anyway."

(also Canada is over 1,000 miles away from New Orleans so umm...)

check the post with my original submission

"Sure, I was starting to run low on food anyway."

(also Canada is over 1,000 miles away from New Orleans so umm...)
oops. I pull in to a diner. "Welp, here we are. Let's eat and then go get some gas."
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