There is another figure in a worn, brown trenchcoat wandering through the wilderness. And like Rorschach, he also wears a mask--except his is made of bandages that come to a peak on top of his head. He meanders around the dusty landscape, occasionally stopping just long enough to scribble something down on a small peace of paper with an old pen that is quickly running out of ink.
Schwarzwald begins to work his way down a small hill when he notices the newcomer. He lets out a quick laugh when he sees the man walking through the wilderness, no doubt toward the apartment complex that was the only civilization in this lost world. "So, this world has claimed another soul!" he calls out to the masked man. After all, he might know something worth noting.
His crazy grin widens. "Yes, and the dogs with the loudest barks tend to also have the loudest wimpers." He laughs slightly.
He nods, examining his small slip of paper that's almost completely covered with scribbles. "This world is primative, but surely they have paper and pens. Typewriters, on the other hand..."
He tilts his head slightly in thought, as though something as absurd as typewriters in a wasteland were a perfectly logical puzzle to be solved. With these two, it might well be. "If needed, should not be impossible. Buildings yet remain. Few left to raid them. Surely will take only time."
He glances around at what remains of the buildings. "Yes... There might be some very interesting, perhaps puzzling, things to be found in these buildings. Perhaps even a typewriter."
He pauses for a moment. "I suppose you're heading for the apartment complex?" He laughs. "Perhaps better accommodations can be discovered during our search as well."
"Mm, yes. Heard may be things at complex that need seeing to. Small truths as important as large. Still, there is time. World already ended, no rush now."
Better accomodations? Yeah, Team Crazy totally needs their own treehouse. It can have a sign: no gurlz or lapdogs alowd! (this meenz u)
Don't forget the liberals! No gurlz, lapdogs, or liberals alowd!
"It's a very... interesting place. And puzzling. But the answers are not there. It is merely a gathering place for those who wish to band together and turn away from the pursuit of the truth."
Schwarzwald begins to work his way down a small hill when he notices the newcomer. He lets out a quick laugh when he sees the man walking through the wilderness, no doubt toward the apartment complex that was the only civilization in this lost world. "So, this world has claimed another soul!" he calls out to the masked man. After all, he might know something worth noting.
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He nods, examining his small slip of paper that's almost completely covered with scribbles. "This world is primative, but surely they have paper and pens. Typewriters, on the other hand..."
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He tilts his head slightly in thought, as though something as absurd as typewriters in a wasteland were a perfectly logical puzzle to be solved. With these two, it might well be. "If needed, should not be impossible. Buildings yet remain. Few left to raid them. Surely will take only time."
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He pauses for a moment. "I suppose you're heading for the apartment complex?" He laughs. "Perhaps better accommodations can be discovered during our search as well."
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Better accomodations? Yeah, Team Crazy totally needs their own treehouse. It can have a sign: no gurlz or lapdogs alowd! (this meenz u)
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"It's a very... interesting place. And puzzling. But the answers are not there. It is merely a gathering place for those who wish to band together and turn away from the pursuit of the truth."
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