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"They're just AA's." He responded to Dexter's question. "Could be used for torches, radios or anything that is needing them." Aron was surprised to see how convenient the little shop was, it only seemed like they had been gone a couple of minutes and they'd already found a good majority of the stuff needed.
"Food. Pretty much just these cans but we've got lots of them, we're gonna be living like kings.. apocalypse kings. Apart from that, pretty much the usual crap." It didn't matter what it was, just as long as there was something. The small stop was definitely worth it, he was sure the others would agree and be pleased with the benefits.
Dexter called for him, asking if he had a "piece." A term Aron had not completely understood, he was presuming Dexter was talking about the gun. "Just been using my axe so far, slayed a man with it. Or a woman, I don't know. It was like a mix." He signaled him to pass it over. "But I guess it won't hurt, bout time I started using one."
The two began taking what they had out front, Sasha was still inside, collecting supplies. Aron placed his bag in the back of Sasha car boot and grabbed another bag, encase anything else could be collected on the way. "Gas. That should be the next thing, unless there's something else I'm missing."
Rilet had noticed her pill pop. She had hoped no one had, but oh well. She glanced up at him as she crouched down next to the gas can. Her hand held the tube. Those blue eyes locked on him, pupils slightly large.
Sam smirked at him," no, won't put me on my ass, just taking the edge off. " she reached up with her free hand and gripped the back of his calf. " trust me, I am plenty pliable and I would know every second." A soft chuckle followed her words." Me, nothing to tell, I was hoping to get to that camp, heard it was safe, but plans changed. Got lost on those shitty dirt roads and stopped when I spotted some light in one of the cabins last night. " she let go of his leg," I am from New York, originally. " she tapped the tube against the side of the can as the last drained down ," think that's it for this one." She rose and locked eyes on him, her hand came up and she pulled the bandage on her wrist up a little, then smiled," we all have a past, right, but do they really matter?" She turned and picked up the can," long as I get a ride and have something to keep me mellow, it's all good." She straightened and winked at him," you sure you ain't had practice with that pump, you , um, handled it really well."
Dexter pulled the gun he had found upstairs. He spun it around and handed it to Aaron by the barrel. "There you go, they work faster than an axe, but create sound. Lots of sound." He pulled out his own, makig sure it was fully loaded. "I didt need it, if you don't want it give it to someone else in the group. Maybe that big guy who was crying, or the angry blonde."
Dexter helped haul out supplies, making sure to bring his own bag back when they reached the car. Once they loaded the cans and boxes in Dexter closed the trunk. "How are we hauling those barels. They don't look like they will fit in any of the cars. Maybe we could find a trailer, or strap it to the roof. Could also just drink all we can before we leave, then fill bottles with the rest of it."
When the reached the barrels Dexter crouched low to lift it up. He struggled with it and looked at Aaron, "these are heavy, we're going to have to lift together."
Skyy peered into the deep bays in each lane of the Valvoline drive-thru oil changing stations. Hands, mottled gray and burgundy with dried blood and decaying flesh, reached up to try to grab her. squatting down a step away from the edge, she used her knife over and over again just taking out her frustrations and fears on the trapped walkers until they lay dead in the hole. She went to the next bay and repeated the process, and then the third. Finally emotionally exhausted and yet somehow self-satisfied even splattered in blood, Skyy rose and wiped her blade on an old oil rag.
She took a quick glance around before spotting Brodie who was digging in a corner. He appeared fine, so she began searching the stations for any useful items. Testing one of the oil squirters, she jumped when it shot three feet in an arc and splattered on the floor in droplets of inky black. "Find anything, Brodie?"
"Yeah!" He called back, hurrying over with three gas cans.
"Perfect. Gimme one." He handed one over, and she popped off the circular lid. Using the oil squirter, she filled the gas can with oil. "These places don't usually have gasoline to sell. Did you find anything else?" Brodie shook his head. Skyy figured he didn't really know what would be handy in a place like this. "Okay. Then you hold this. It's heavy now, so be careful." Approaching another stand, she rifled through the compartment beneath and pulled out three cans of spray lubricant. That might be very handy later. She shoved them into her backpack. Walking into the break room, she found two pairs of clean, gray-blue jumpsuits. Just as she was folding them to add them to her bag, she heard a yell from the bay room and went running.
She found Brodie stretched out on his stomach, legs dangling into the bay where she'd filled up the gas can with oil. A walker was below grabbing for Brodie's legs. One hand had a hold on one of Brodie's shoes. "Skyyyyy!" he cried, scrabbling on the surface, and Skyy realized he'd slipped on the oil she'd accidentally spilled across the floor when testing the squirter.
Running toward them, she leapt over the bay and grasped Brodie under the arm pits. Both of them went flying back as Brodie's shoe came off in the walker's hand. In a moment of speed, Skyy turned around, pulled her knife, and plunged it into the walker's head. It fell, and she sat back, propping herself up on her hands. "You okay?" she panted, looking at Brodie who was pale under his tan and messy mop of dark hair. He nodded.
Once she caught her breath, Skyy hopped down into the bay and tossed up Brodie's shoe. Though her arms felt a little wobbly, she managed, with Brodie's help, to get back up and out. After checking Jill and Brodie, she took Jill onto her back, slung her backpack over her elbow, and they walked out of the Valvoline and into the sun. Blood stained Skyy's hands, and flecks of blood scored her face and arms. Other than that, she looked none the worse for wear.
Brodie broke from her and jogged up to Riker and set down the three gas cans. "Skyy filled this one with oil. The other two are empty." He stepped back as Skyy approached.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 1, 2015 11:54:24 GMT -5
Remy gathered up everything she could that she believed they could fit into the cars as she listened to Luca. He offered to keep a good eye on Riker if that plan to have him show her how to use bow and arrow came to fruition. "Maybe you should but I can handle myself. I figured you knew that by now. Besides, who's to say I wouldn't like it?" She was teasing of course, in a way. She couldn't remember the last time she was flirted with in this world, sans for when Riker tried to pick her up and drive off with her before the clown patrol showed up and attracted a nice crowd of walkers. If Luca had flirted with her, she missed the cues.
She blushed at that thought, shook her head and turned back to stacking everything up and opening the front door. Anthony and Grant would see the door open as she started to pull stuff outside to be loaded up. When Luca called out that he found something, she perked up. He was going through some things that was found in a satchel on the body she had just disposed of. She watched as he pocketed a few things and went back to working inside the store. She moved behind the counter to see if she could find anything of use which included some matches, some paperclips and a ball of string. She didn't know what they could use it for, but they would figure it out when the time came. She put the matches in her pocket and looked up as he spoke about Grant.
She chuckled a bit as he spoke about handling Grant and getting to know him. "I know how you operate. Why don't you let me get to know him a little better? You're a little rough around the edges, officer friendly." She pulled back her hair, having found a nice little hair band that someone left behind, pulling her long locks back into a neat ponytail. "Don't want to scare him off, you know?"
Looking beneath the cabinet, she found a set of car keys hanging which made her smile even more. "Lookie what I found." She dangled the keys up and started to head to the back to find the hammer and nails she needed. On their way to Louisiana, she would put the bat together. She would have time on the long journey if she could get someone else to drive. Calling out from the back room, she hoped Luca hadn't already left the front. "Why don't you go get everyone together so we can talk about where we go from here?" With hammer and nails and a new set of car keys in hand, she pushed the back door of the business open to see a a blue SUV with tinted windows that matched the make of the keys she had. With a quick flip of the alarm, she happily opened the driver's side door to climb in and drive around front.
What she was met with was a lunging walker that she didn't see already inside.
Last Edit: Jun 1, 2015 12:04:19 GMT -5 by Remy LaCroix
"Naa, they ain't gonna fit. Sasha's got rope in the boot, we could use that." He suggested. They could either do that or use the bottles, it didn't matter much, the good thing was just that they had the barrels in the first place.
Aron rushed to Dexter's aid as he called for help, not that he was worried about Dexter, just because he had bags of energy left. Aron grabbed onto the other side of the barrel, providing support. "Man, put yo back into it, you call that liftin?" Aron joked as he carried the barrel with the man.
Eventually they got to the cars and placed down the barrel. He could see Sasha walking towards them with two gas cans, that was where she had gotten of to. They were virtually all set, maybe the group could have the little "chat" now.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Jun 1, 2015 18:41:07 GMT -5
Damon was still in pain from wounds he suffered fleeing Bear Lake. His arm had been grazed by a gun shot. He had blood from walkers and one or two of Adolphus's men on his clothes and skin. He had left Bear Lake swiftly heading down the hills on his mountain bike until he had reached flatter terrain and found a pick up truck which could carry his mountain bike.
It was now the next day and he had been tracking with what little he had learnt some kind of group headed south. He had heard gun fire and come across freshly dead walkers, moved cars from the road. The trail had gone cold for him a few hours earlier and he was now headed South.
He came over the horizon and stopped his car in the middle of nowhere. His arm had started bleeding again and he began to re-stitch the wound. He grunted and looked in the mirror. He looked like hell. Once done he squeezed what was left of his water out of his canteen and began driving again.
In a matter of minutes he was maybe two miles on he saw a few vehicles yet was too far away to spot any people. Slowing down he saw the sun shine of a metal object which could be a rifle. He took precaution and began varying his speed to make it more difficult for a sniper to hit him.
"Well lets hope we have friendlies, otherwise... Im up shits creek"
As they lifted the barrels up Dexter pushed up with his back. He held it firmly as he moved his hands to the bottom. He held it, making sure Aaron had a good grip. "Barely lifting. I'm takimg all the load, all the weights in my hands," he joke as the moved the barrels out. Dexter wasn't the strongest, but he could carry the load. His gun banged against him awkwardly as they carried the barrel out.
After they went bak for the second one, Dexter watched Sasha follow them out. She had gas canisters. He smiled as he set the barrel down beside the other one at the car. "Please tell me those are full," he said with a smirk, "cause I really want to get moving."
He heard the roar of a truck and spun around, "yo Aaron, Sasha, we got company," he said raising his gun, "truck coming in."
"You can handle yourself," Luca nodded to Remy. "Doesn't mean I want you to, though," he added. Luca smiled, too, as Remy dangled the keys in front of him. "Nice find!" he couldn't contain his excitement. New car meant, at the very least, some gas and maybe some supplies inside. Maybe it ran better than their current cars, too. "I'll go rally the troops, meet you outside," Luca smiled at Remy and exited the building.
Luca cupped his hands around his mouth and raised the volume of his voice to a shout. "Make your way to me people. Riker, bring the new girl--she hasn't blown our heads of yet I reckon she's friendly," he joked. Joking lightened the mood, made the guy giving orders seem like a real human being. It was something Logan never really did, and Luca didn't want to end up like that. As Luca was preparing for a bit of a speech to give everyone, the punk raised his gun and warned of a truck coming. "Oh shit," Luca spat.
Anthony said nothing at first, taking in Grant's words. He felt for the man. Anthony could barely handle losing people he'd met recently--relatively recently. Grant lost his brother. "Well, I've been from Florida to Texas to Colorado to Oklahoma and now to...Louisiana, I think. If you want help finding your brother, I'm in. I owe you my life, after all..."
Anthony followed Grant as he asked about the group before Bear Lake. Seemed like ages ago. A lot of people had come and gone, but a few remained constant. Remy, Aron, Luca...Anthony paused, in a bit of shock. Now that Andrei was gone, that was it. The only three people remaining from Florida were Remy and Aron and Luca. "Well, it's a long story. I lived in Miami before all this...scavenged, boarded up my house. Ran across these two guys--one was an ex-military guy on crutches, and a psycho college kid who thought he was...a Norse God. Good with a giant hammer thing, though," Anthony chuckled, remembering the duo. That had been a lifetime ago. "We tried to get in this nightclub...but, uh, I guess you could say there was a bouncer. An old man, I can still remember his name. Patrick. We held up across the street for a while, but I left the group in the middle of the night. Staying there was suicide. I came across a mansion a few weeks later--didn't know I was being followed by...the man who destroyed Bear Lake..."
"Anyways, within minutes, Adolphus killed the woman, Lilly. I never got to know her. The group was big then, though. Ash, two little girls--Dakota and Clementine--a different Logan...Frost was his last name, I think...Greg, another guy killed by Adolphus. Remy, yeah. Young woman named Emily. Guy named Philippe. Woman named Krista. Andrei. Another guy, Kelik. Never said a word to him, though. He vanished the next day, if I remember right." Anthony scratched his chin, trying to remember if anyone else was there at the mansion. He couldn't believe they were all gone now besides Remy. "Everyone I mentioned is missing or dead besides Remy. Few days later, I met an ex-military man named Nick. Lyons was his last name. He went missing on the way to Colorado. Probably ditched us, realized it was suicide. Well, I guess it wasn't completely. Met this young jackass named Wilkson. Logan kicked him from our group in Texas...Met Aron, he's still with us...and...Vivian, too..." Anthony's voice cracked at the mention of Vivian, and he said nothing about her. Not worth remembering.
"Mark, a biker friend of Ash, showed up. Woman named Tala--who was actually from the nightclub we tried to get in for shelter before. Ash got killed by the kidnapper of one of the little girls, by the way. Luca showed up not too long after that during a fight with some walkers...so did a guy named Henry. Weird guy, drove a Hummer. Got his throat torn out by a cannibal reverend, and that's how we met Logan--the other Logan. The one you knew, and his daughter Anne-Marie. The rest is history..."
Anthony realized he'd given more of a list of all the people who'd died rather than an actual story. He blushed. "I guess, to answer your question, we've come together through loss. Remy's distant. I try to help, try to be there for her, but I don't know if she wants the help. I'm trying, though."
Anthony reached into his pack and brought out the drawing Dakota had made for him and Vivian before they were separated, and Anthony couldn't help but shed a few tears. "The little girl, Dakota...made this for me. I never saw her again."
Riker continued to pull the gas slowly out of the tank. He was hoping there was more, but it didn't seem like this car had a full tank. There were others, and that was okay. Her hand touched the back of his leg as he was kneeled down and he looked back at her.
"Yea, we all got a past. That's shit you have to forget about Sam. If you get caught up in your memories, you'll drown."
It was a good thing he could let the things he did roll off his shoulders. The entire gang did. It was something you did if you wanted to be a member of the club. You did what you had to do for your brothers and you never looked back.
"We live for now because we have no idea what's in our future, got it?"
He saw Brodie coming up with the gas cans that was announced one was filled with oil. He looked he had been dragged through the proverbial mud a little bit to get them, but he was still alive and that's all that mattered. He did what he was told to do and his sister made it back with him with the baby. He still had no idea how the group was going to react that that.
"Maybe I'll make you pump the next one. See how good you are at it, Sam."
He laughed as he stood up, patting the kid on the back as he unloaded the gas cans from him. He would have made a good prospect. When Luca came out of the store to call them out, he also heard the sound of an engine roaring up the road. Putting the cans down by the next car, he went and grabbed his shotgun from his bike and prepared for the worst. "Sam, Skyy, stay here by the cars. Kid, you're with me."
Post by Remy LaCroix on Jun 3, 2015 7:10:27 GMT -5
Remy was caught off guard. She let her guard down and it caught up with her. The walker lunged at her and she shrieked quickly but not quietly. It was a surprised chirp that came from her lips and the proximity was too close for her to easily reach for her machete. She stumbled back against the concrete wall of the building, hitting her head against a drainage pipe, leaving a dent and a blood stain from where she cracked it. She felt the trickle of blood staining her pulled back hair as it came down her neck, leaving her dizzy as the walker fell to her left, cracking his head against the wall. But that didn't stop him.
She wanted to reach for the bat but it wasn't there. She needed her bat. It was the only weapon she had gotten used to over the years. She didn't have a gun. The only gun she ever had was stolen from her and she wouldn't have used it anyways. She felt the fetid breath of the walker against her face and shoulder as he turned his head, ready to bite. There was no time for her to think about this situation or recover from the bang to her head. She had to move or be eaten and she didn't particularly feel like being a meal today. Her legs forced her away from the wall, away from the walker, by habit, giving her some distance to survive another day. The walker came at her but this time she had given herself the distance to pull out the machete and heave it towards his arm. The blackened blood splattered out, staining her white t-shirt.
She was more mad at herself for not paying attention and being too excited for finding a new car. The walker deserved this. She came at him again, chopping off the other arm, rendering it's ability to catch her in his grip to nothing. Hoping to get the creature to the ground, she fought back, chopping furiously at each leg until she could completely dismember him. It took several strikes and all her energy to make this happen and when she was done, she saw all the limbs on the ground and a sloppily chopped up torso that looked like it was more of a tiger attack then it was a machete attack. She left it there, head in tact, teeth still gnashing and splattered with his blood across her body.
She was starting to get a headache as she got into the SUV and just sat in the very seat where the walker had been. The stench of death made her want to retch but she kept it all inside. That's where it always stayed. Inside.
The engine started and slowly she rolled the car around front where Luca was starting to gather everyone. She came close to where the supplies were stacked up and when she got out, they would see she was covered in the walker's blood. She said nothing, minding her own business as she went about opening the back of the SUV and stuffing what she could in back. A change of clothes was in order.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Jun 3, 2015 8:54:38 GMT -5
Damon quickly hit the breaks as he saw weapons and held his rifle looking on wards. He saw nobody familiar and nobody had spoken out towards him. He was maybe 30 meters away and without a rifle scope not recognizable. He waited for these people to speak. Keeping silent he looked onward hoping nobody opened fire.
Sam stared at Riker. She liked him. He didn't get hung up on things like some did around here. She had made a good choice, picking him. She smirked at him and shook her head." Never had any complaints." Teasing about him wanting to see her pump the next tank. She heard the engine, and rose.
The kid was tough, she would give him that. His sister was right behind him. Sam stared at Riker as he told her to stay here with the woman, Skyy. Really? She sighed and then moved back between the two vehicles, and taking the cans with her," just don't forget we're here, Big guy." She glanced at Skyy as Riker moved off and took Brodie with him," kids tough, and Riker is a good guy, he will watch him." She mumbled to her. Sam sunk down and watched the approaching vehicle. She closed and opened her eyes a couple times. The pill was kicking in and she was getting pretty mellow. She glanced at Skyy," just keep her quiet til we know what's going on, ok?" She gave a smile, as best she could. She looked over towards Riker . He better not pull some John Wayne bullshit.
The roar of the truck grabbed Aron's attention. That meant only one thing, other survivors, which was probably the thing they needed least at that moment. Looking up to the sky, Aron wished that they were just a random survivor. But in his head, believed it was going to be Adolphus and his men. If it was them, they needed to be prepared.
Aron grappled his gun and moved forward until he could now see the man, he had a truck, that was good, and a rifle, that was also good. Aron couldn't pinpoint who it was but he seemed fairly recognizable. It must have been slightly daunting for the man with several guns pointed at him, Aron understood.
Aron began to move towards the man slowly, breaking up from where the group stood. He had his arm in one hand, aimed at the man, just encase. The other hand was raised in the gun, to show that they didn't want to and didn't want him to fire only peace. He was about fifteen meters closer now, still about fifteen to go. Aron looked at the man, he was sure he was from Bear Lake.
Raising his free hand higher, he spoke out. "Aight, easy, easy, we cool. We-Weren't you at Bear Lake?" Aron was sure he was the one that Mac had told him was scaling the walls. "Ain't you Danny, Derick or something like that? We all met up after the camp and stopped here, we think the madman's still after us." If he was correct, the man would have seen and gone through all the things that they had. Aron hoped his calm and friendly approach would work rather than the usual approach.
Grant kept low and on his sniper. He held it out in front of him, but kept his ears on the man. "I don't know where my brother is. It's been two years, he could be anywhere. Knowing him he's some where warm, on a beach. I haven't thought much of it. I always wonder where he is, but he can survive on his own, he's strong."
Grant kept his eyes on the street but listened to the man talk. When ever he would pause Grant would ask a question. "Norse God with a hammer? As in Thor? Wait the man who destroyed the lake has been following since then? With no reason to? That's a lot of people. I'm sorry for your loss. I won't ask further about it, must be tough for you to say. You lived though, that has to be something, and hey at least there's three of you left, more then I can say about the group I was in. Two more then what lived from my group." It seemed Anthony had been through a lot, no wonder Bear Lake was a big blow for him. He was starting to get the man, hopefully he wouldn't loose again. But Grant knew he would loose, you always loose more.
He saw Dexter and Aaron carrying out what they found and heard a truck. He spun and kept his scope on it, the trick speeding an stopping, trying to avoid his sight. Anthony kept talkig and Grant stepped back pulling up his rifel. He looked down at the drawing, "you still hold onto it? Doesn't it bring back bad memories," he asked as he walked closer to the edge of the roof. "We should go join back with the others."
He heard Luca call everyone together. He sat on the edge of the roof. Slowly he lowered himself down using his arms. Once on the ground below he waited for anthony, his pistol drawn and ready. Once the other man was down grant jogged over to where they all were starting to gather. He saw the truck farther down and tucked his pistol away. Grant pulled his rifel and set it up agaisnt a car. He looked down at the man, trying to catch a glimpse of who he was.
"I think that might be Damon," Grant said, "the one who found me and brought me to the lake."
Grant stood back, "Step forward. Lower the rifel and come forward." It it was Damon he hoped he'd recognize his accent, how many Australian's were there in this proximity. Same went for Damon, if it was him Grant could tell if he spoke.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Jun 3, 2015 13:10:02 GMT -5
Damon heard bear lake mentioned and saw a few faces in his current dehydrated state he could hardly tell his own brother from a walker. He opened the door and stepped out rifle not raised but at his hip. He looked the young man ahead spouting names out beginning with 'D' in the eye.
"Damon... Bear Lake..." He didnt speak anymore and looked hoping he was not in some kind of hallucination.
Brodie grinned up at Riker, and Skyy imagined his scrawny chest puffing out in teen-manly pride. She was about to comment when all of a sudden people were coming out of the woodwork! She hadn't realized there were so many people in this group, and the sheer size made her feel surprisingly better.
The man she assumed was Luke..or was it Luca?..she couldn't remember what the biker had said his name was exactly, was calling the group together, including her. Her step forward was put on pause, however, when Riker told her to stay put with the other woman, Sam, yet he was taking her brother. "Well, I--" she cut off at Brodie's glare over his shoulder, and she huffed softly leaning against one of the cars near Sam. "Men. Am I right?"
One foot crossed over the other, and she fiddled with the bulletless shot gun. "I'll keep her quiet." Leaning the gun against the car, she removed the baby carrier and pulled Jill out of it and set her on the ground. The tot toddled about, picking up rocks and bringing them back to Skyy who smiled and made a little pile in the dusty road. As Skyy looked toward the newcomer to watch, Jill picked up another rock and fiddled with it as she stared at Sam. Growing a bit braver, she toddled over, fell onto her bottom, smiled and held out the rock to her. Skyy turned and instantly plucked the kid up. "Sorry." She knew not all people liked children, and in today's world...most didn't like children.
Aron was right, of course he was right. He had gotten the name wrong but it was close. The man didn't say much, just "Damon. Bear Lake." Maybe he wasn't up for it after the long escape, it was understandable.
"Well Donnie." Aron purposely got his name wrong. "Come on down, you might know some of them." The man could get his vehicle and drive on down or walk down with Aron, didn't matter, they were leaving soon after the "chat" had happened.
Aron walked back towards his group, still with his eyes on Damon. He addressed the new members who may have worried that they had just accepted a random bandit. "It's cool, it's cool. He was one of us at the camp." He scratched his head. "Does not a day go by when we don't run into someone we used to know?" Aron said half jokingly and half seriously, it was true.
Damon Morris
Amateur Walker Slayer Who Needs To Dial It Down A Bit
This is my own Private Domicile and I will not be Walker bait... Bitch.
Post by Damon Morris on Jun 3, 2015 17:00:10 GMT -5
Damon stepped from his car and in a dazed manner gazed around with his tired blood shot eyes. He began limping down the road with this Aron having gestured with his hands in some manner to say thanks. He stopped after a few meters and looked at Aron and in a comedic manner said "Its Damon..."
He then reached for his canteen realizing it was empty "Water? Please?"
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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