I've played by all the rules, but I've very rarely won

[steadypulse]

Characters: Soldier: 76 [Raw Head]
Campaign: Break
Format: Whichever, I'll match
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Summary: What is being gotten up to during the Break, the many shades of irritation and peace for a feral hobo of a man.

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May(technically)-June

[steadypulse]

Gone Fishin'
[What happens when one doesn't go to town all that often to buy food? Well.

Probably doesn't hurt that 76 could hunt for himself, kept moving around the forest and could... honestly eat nearly anything in this state. Didn't stop him from taking the opportunity to wade out in to a slow moving river, a net strung up nearby with the bottom of it rested within a large metal bowl of water that already contained a couple decently sized fish. The set up worked for him.

Apparently he was fishing bare-handed, however. Jacket folded nearby and leaving him in just the ripped shirt and pants he'd rolled up above his knees. An ear flicking, watching shadows in the water below as he kept still—

That was a fish basically scooped up in one hand and hitting the net and water container set-up of his.]


How To Train Your—
[A dragon.

That was what was curled around his neck, snuggled against the fur that lined the hood and collar of his jacket, soundly sleeping as 76 walked his way through town. A rather large and far more modern looking weapon strapped to his back. Masked and everything he was walking slowly, that long and striped tail of his bristled and ears pinned low.

A mistake had been made, but apparently he was stuck with it.]

Know you're not sleeping.

[Well that was a happy trill, the dragon's tail just curling around the front of his throat.

Ugh.]


Quest 0503 Bring the Bacon
[76 had set himself up within a tree in one of the noted areas, rifle rested across his thighs, watching the area. new damn well being up high was best with how damn destructive these critters could be, even if that had been a life of growing up on a farm near Bloomington, Indiana. Still a plague to farmlands and anything as simple as a backyard garden.

An ear twitched at some movement, head turning—]

Watch where you're moving.

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