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FIVE;
food kits, huh? that's fucking peachy, but what about smokes? anyone keeping count of those?
so i've got about two cartons left from the seven-eleven
that's two times ten packs of 20 smokes. so 400.
say i smoke about 12 (maybe 20) a day, that's what...
less than 30 days worth of cigarettes.
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FIVE;
all right, so sunday pulled a houdini on us and we all feel like we've been hit by a truck.
or ten trucks ; whatever. weirder things have happened.
i wouldn't mind skipping the next few days too.
[ MELLO / NEAR / RYUUZAKI ]
just like old times, huh.
except near's old and creepy
mello's face is melted off [very, very gone!]
and L's, you know... yeah.
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FOUR.
well this is fucking boring.
someone. do something.
[NEAR]
hey kid. you still breathing? -
THREE.
i take it all back; this place fucking sucks. i want some goddamn thai food.
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TWO;
so it's been a few weeks, and i don't get what people are so torn up about. this is all pretty sweet, once you get over the whole 'jesus fucking christ, the city has become a playground for a giant sea-dwelling bitch and it's flesh-eating crab babies' thing. shit, i even found some (probably dead) guy's wallet today, right? and it had twenty bucks ( Read more... ) -
ONE;
...so. where's the closest save point?