11-20-2008, 08:00 AM
Okay, the game begins. I got more players than I anticipated. This is good.
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{Diner, in a small town on the Texas/Oklahoma Border}
A faded Black 1973 Chevrolet K/20 sat in the parking lot, mud sprayed up along the sides from the muddy trails it's driver frequented. The diner itself was a small building, on a seemingly abandoned stretch of highway. Occasionally, a Big Rig would blow past it, it's exhaust brake making an ungodly racket as it slowed down to make the curve around the wooded cliff up ahead. The only other vehicle in the parking lot was the faded green Plymouth that the waitress drove, making the place seem abandoned in the late '80s.
Inside, a large, long haired man sat at the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. His stepsister ran the Diner, and always let him eat for free whenever he came by. Brandon stopped off here today for two reasons. One, it was secluded, and people almost never stopped in, and two, the....people he was meeting weren't the kind the populace would want to see. His stepsister knew about them, and was in the loop on what Brandon did for a living.
"So, when are they coming, big bro?" she asked, as she set his plate of pancakes and eggs down for him.
"Any second, now." He replied wearily.
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{Woods Outside}
Sable lead the team of Free-Anthros through the woods. Her last team got gunned down, and her new one didn't look too happy with where they were headed.
"Okay, listen up." The Kitsune started, "We're meeting up with a Human named Brandon. He's going to supply us with weapons and a safehouse for us to set up shop in. I know you don't like humans, but, this guy's alright."
With that, she turned from Lola, and kept inching closer to the diner.
{Area 51}
Dev sat in his cell, waiting for the morning inspection. Every fiber of his being wanted to be free, but, not yet. He had to wait for word from the Anthros on the outside.
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{Diner, in a small town on the Texas/Oklahoma Border}
A faded Black 1973 Chevrolet K/20 sat in the parking lot, mud sprayed up along the sides from the muddy trails it's driver frequented. The diner itself was a small building, on a seemingly abandoned stretch of highway. Occasionally, a Big Rig would blow past it, it's exhaust brake making an ungodly racket as it slowed down to make the curve around the wooded cliff up ahead. The only other vehicle in the parking lot was the faded green Plymouth that the waitress drove, making the place seem abandoned in the late '80s.
Inside, a large, long haired man sat at the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. His stepsister ran the Diner, and always let him eat for free whenever he came by. Brandon stopped off here today for two reasons. One, it was secluded, and people almost never stopped in, and two, the....people he was meeting weren't the kind the populace would want to see. His stepsister knew about them, and was in the loop on what Brandon did for a living.
"So, when are they coming, big bro?" she asked, as she set his plate of pancakes and eggs down for him.
"Any second, now." He replied wearily.
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{Woods Outside}
Sable lead the team of Free-Anthros through the woods. Her last team got gunned down, and her new one didn't look too happy with where they were headed.
"Okay, listen up." The Kitsune started, "We're meeting up with a Human named Brandon. He's going to supply us with weapons and a safehouse for us to set up shop in. I know you don't like humans, but, this guy's alright."
With that, she turned from Lola, and kept inching closer to the diner.
{Area 51}
Dev sat in his cell, waiting for the morning inspection. Every fiber of his being wanted to be free, but, not yet. He had to wait for word from the Anthros on the outside.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
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Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
