Rob cocked the pistol and aimed it at the target far off in the distance. It had been pure luck that he arrived on the island almost simultaneous to the other dude who used to manage the shooting range being sucked back home. Rob more than knew his way around firearms and ammunition. He could kill two birds with one stone working here. Or three, ( Read more... )

[This is a continuation from THIS POST on Rob's journal. With mod permission, Rob and Fox are continuing their universe here after originating in another RPG universe they are no longer involved in. Fox has been on the island for six months and Rob arrived about a month ago.]Rob took a brief moment to wonder what the hell he was trying to play at ( Read more... )

Dean was grinning like a kid in a candy store. He also happened to have the contents of a candy store stashed in a brown paper bag. There was an open bag of M&Ms in his other hand and he leaned back against the Impala after gently placing the candy stash on the front seat of his now finished Impala ( Read more... )