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((Pretty much.))

((PASTA AND WINE.
Seriously, food and wine are a big part of their culture, if I remember right.))

WHEN I SAY SO.

Firstly, it's YERMOM. All one word.
And secondly, by saying that, you have definitely cemented your position as one of us Caballers.
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It was a sunny day. A Thursday, actually, but only a few people knew the actual day.
The air was still, with a light breeze every once in a long while to stir the edges of one's hair, or coat. A few wispy clouds breezed by in the clear sky, and the bony trees stirred just a bit. There was a soft thunking noise coming from somewhere.
A lone bird cruised by overhead, calling softly and sorrowfully. It passed out of sight, flapping lazily on the still air. The thunking continued.
The buildings along the street were silent. The windows were dark, and nothing moved within. A few pieces of discarded paper bounced together down the road like a twisted school of fish, aimlessly rolling down the street as the whimsical breeze took them. Thunk.
A lone figure was bumping itself into a closed door. A few boards held it closed on the inside, and the doorknob was snapped off on the outside. Still, the figure bumped into it with a single-minded intensity. It let out a distraught moan as it bumped again.
It was getting nowhere, but another man was slowly wandering down the main road. He heard the bumping and the moaning and went to help, bumping itself into the door. The two bumped into the door together until another woman came to assist them, then a young girl.
After nearly an hour, a pathetically emaciated dog came limping out of an alley, drawn by the noise. It sniffed around at the bottom of the wide, shallow stairs leading up to the door, then let out a tiny yip.
All of the people at the door stopped. One turned, then the others, looking down at the dog that had its front paws on the bottom stair. They stared at each other for a few seconds. The dog wagged its tail slightly in hopeful excitement, just before the first man screeched and pounced on it, chomping down. It yelped before he tore out its throat, spraying thin blood all over the stairs. The others at the door joined in rapidly, tearing meat off the dog and letting out hellish noises. It was over in just over a minute, and the shredded corpse of the dog let off thin streams of blood that dried rapidly on the hot sidewalk. It would begin to smell shortly.
The people drifted away, shuffling and limping away. They disappeared in a few minutes.
The door to the public library still stood strong, but a few more unrelenting assaults and it would inevitably fall. After all, it was held together by nothing more than debris. Luckily, the shattered windows were too high to reach.

(( eek You... killed the puppy... I was going to save the puppy... burning_eyes ))

"Son of a b***h!" Martin hissed, running his hand through his hair - now his lack of hair - out of habit. He'd heard the dog crying out and had wanted so much to save it, but going out there would've been nothing more than suicide. His eyes began to water with frustration. Why did it have to be his generation that it happened to? Why not the one after or the one before?

Why did he have to be the one trapped in a goddamned public library?

Through a thin layer of tears, he saw how close the door was to falling in. He began to take the books off of a shelf and, upon completing that, started the painstaking process of sliding the heavy shelf over to the door.

((I'm almost done with my profile, I'll finish it tomorrow, but I'll send in my skill list and location now?))