3 || 4 (Most appropriate roll I've ever gotten ever.))timisnotmeJune 20 2011, 23:36:19 UTC
*The forest is really lovely at night isn't it? The trees are swaying slightly in the breeze, the crisp air is making breath fog up, the crickets... Wait, what crickets? It's rather silent in this particular forest. Eerily so.
There's not a sound to be heard, no birds, no insects, just the creaking sound of the branches as they slowly move in the wind. Some might say it's a bit unsettling. But that sensation may also be because of the small man standing a few feet behind you.
The internet can sense Masky. It knowssss.arcadebossJune 20 2011, 23:54:24 UTC
"You're always sitting on your computer, Flynn." "Go get some fresh air, Flynn." "Take some time off, and go camping or something, Flynn." [huff] Ever consider that camping out at night is creepy?
[The programmer mutters to himself, grumbling about how he pretty much doesn't want to be here. Of course, his friends insisted. I mean, you'd think they'd understand, them being programmers themselves, but no.
So here he is, picking up twigs and small bits of wood for their campfire, while Alan and Lora are off being cozy and lovey-dovey at camp. I mean, good for them, but bleh.
He kneels down to pick up a fairly decent sized log, small enough to carry, but big enough that it could support a fire for a while, when he just stops. There's something really off about this.]
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Who's there?
*He flips open his laptop and waits....*
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There's not a sound to be heard, no birds, no insects, just the creaking sound of the branches as they slowly move in the wind. Some might say it's a bit unsettling. But that sensation may also be because of the small man standing a few feet behind you.
Watching.*
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[The programmer mutters to himself, grumbling about how he pretty much doesn't want to be here. Of course, his friends insisted. I mean, you'd think they'd understand, them being programmers themselves, but no.
So here he is, picking up twigs and small bits of wood for their campfire, while Alan and Lora are off being cozy and lovey-dovey at camp. I mean, good for them, but bleh.
He kneels down to pick up a fairly decent sized log, small enough to carry, but big enough that it could support a fire for a while, when he just stops. There's something really off about this.]
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There's 5'5" of tackling death throwing itself right at you Flynn.*
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