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[This afternoon, there is the explosive sound of a machine gun coming from the woods. It is getting louder, and through the trees you may see the flashes with each shot. Finally the noises subside, and from the treeline walks a man in a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and a snakeskin jacket, positively strapped with weapons and hauling a large duffel bag behind him with one hand -- his other hand holds his trusty winchester randall. And it's pointed at YOU.]
WHO ELSE WANTS A PIECE OF TALLA---
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Shit fuck, why are there so many people?
((standard blah blah blah. :Db
raaaaape raaaaape slow like molasses but i will get to everyone!))
WHO ELSE WANTS A PIECE OF TALLA---
...
Shit fuck, why are there so many people?
((standard blah blah blah. :Db
raaaaape raaaaape slow like molasses but i will get to everyone!))