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HUNK was busy sitting outside his room, cross-legged, with a long stick in his hands. Where he got said stick was the very question, but he wouldn't say. Instead, he just pressed his combat knife against the tip end and started sharpening it to a fine point.
The soldier carefully spun the stick in his hands as he continued to carve out the tip. Once it was finished however, HUNK slowly stood and leaned up against his door. He was dressed in his usual combat gear, but decided to leave the gas mask behind the door as well as the TMP. The spear, as it was now, seemed to be far more pleasing to the man.
Perhaps if someone asked nicely, he would inform them of what he was up to.
The soldier carefully spun the stick in his hands as he continued to carve out the tip. Once it was finished however, HUNK slowly stood and leaned up against his door. He was dressed in his usual combat gear, but decided to leave the gas mask behind the door as well as the TMP. The spear, as it was now, seemed to be far more pleasing to the man.
Perhaps if someone asked nicely, he would inform them of what he was up to.