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Post by Padre Romero on Nov 11, 2008 2:09:55 GMT -5
You sit, alone at your radio set... the days are getting colder...the city is getting darker, and friends you thought would never leave have evacuated the city, or given themselves over to the hungry dead.
a distress signal crackles in over the wires, directing you to 15,36 in west becktown, not exactly the sort of place you'd want to go, but you feel compelled to answer it.
Strangely, you can tell the person at the other end needs help, though no words accompany the standard series of beeps, simply requesting medical attention. Even stranger, the signal seems urgent, but strangely heartening...after all, there's someone out there sending it.
You have a feeling things are going to get better.
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Post by 23skidoo on Nov 11, 2008 7:42:53 GMT -5
that feeling may be little optimistic in this town, especially now that the door is more than a little ajar.....medic!
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Post by winka on Nov 11, 2008 9:35:36 GMT -5
Good morning, my name is winkalt and i'll be saving your ass today, and welcome to C4NT your up to the minute source for the latest trends in Maltons' fashion and style , In this light we can see the glint of gore as it glistens on Padres'
always fashionable black attire.Perhaps less light would be more flattering ...say one of the local banks? I'll do my best with the traveling makeup kit I always carry for emergency situations like this.
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Post by newhill on Nov 11, 2008 14:15:00 GMT -5
Not being able to resist a distress signal from someone in need of medical attention, I have followed the signal to it's source.
And things do really seem to get better, even though i forgot my radio set in the hurry.
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Post by 23skidoo on Nov 12, 2008 2:35:06 GMT -5
It's okay newhill, a couple of cans and a long bit of string should see us good.
god bless the news team and all who ale in her!
that was me you bastards shot, stabbed and threw out on the street!
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