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[Leaning in the doorway of his oddly shaped quarters is Seth. He looks bored, the rodent invasion losing it's humor rather quickly after being bitten and finding that heel stomping the little bastards would only make more little bastards. The man had retreated to his quarters, discovered that the critters could not follow him inside and immediately relaxed.
Days since were spent preparing, hunting and now behind him, hanging from the ceiling of his residence were thin strips of meat. Just outside the building are a few skins, stretched and left to dry. He hasn't quite decided what he's going to do with them yet, but at least it's given him something to do while he plots his next move.
After a pause, Seth digs out the thus far unused communication device he'd received on arrival.]
So. Fire seems the best bet to gettin' rid of these things. Otherwise, go play in your house. They won't get you in there, but it doesn't stop the problem. Besides, you'll starve eventually.
[Seth shrugs.]
Burn, hide or adjust. It's your call.
[He cuts the feed.]
(OOC: HI GUYS MY INTERNET IS STILL FAIL AND THIS COMPUTER MIGHT EXPLODE AT ANY SECOND BUT POSTING ANYWAY 8D!!!)
Days since were spent preparing, hunting and now behind him, hanging from the ceiling of his residence were thin strips of meat. Just outside the building are a few skins, stretched and left to dry. He hasn't quite decided what he's going to do with them yet, but at least it's given him something to do while he plots his next move.
After a pause, Seth digs out the thus far unused communication device he'd received on arrival.]
So. Fire seems the best bet to gettin' rid of these things. Otherwise, go play in your house. They won't get you in there, but it doesn't stop the problem. Besides, you'll starve eventually.
[Seth shrugs.]
Burn, hide or adjust. It's your call.
[He cuts the feed.]
(OOC: HI GUYS MY INTERNET IS STILL FAIL AND THIS COMPUTER MIGHT EXPLODE AT ANY SECOND BUT POSTING ANYWAY 8D!!!)