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Thinking_Outside_Insanity
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 Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 4:53 pm
Gotta get your grub somewhere.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 7:47 pm
Kamisa grunted as he sat down at the nearest bench he could find. His plate was filled with a kind of slop that was only recognizable because he knew it was supposed to be mashed potatoes. He had only eaten here because it had been closest to where he needed to be. He picked up his spoon and dragged it around the plate before forcing down a bite full. The bland taste was a reminder that he did not have full control of Vanderfell yet, that he had no army to speak of, and that he did not even possess a house.
Kamisa sat in quiet contemplation for several minutes, slowing eating away at his mashed potatoes. He got up and left without cleaning his area like he had dictated to others.I made the rules, I don't have to obey them He comforted the hypocrisy, the familiar weight of his gun slapping against his left rib cage. It's going to be a long day....
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Thinking_Outside_Insanity
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