THE MIGHTY MOOSE made his way to STAPLES alone and unperturbed by the possible danger. After all, surely no one had died going shopping for paper clips. He passed a young man in red glasses on the way in who certainly looked worse for wear, but thought nothing of it.

The first thing he noticed upon entering was that the place was completely trashed.

"HOW UNFORTUNATE," he boomed, frowning. Like many of the businesses in town, it had been looted and vandalized shortly after the power died. It was almost humorous how people found time to spray paint weiners or things like SIMON LOVES ALAN 5EVR, KOKORO when also trying not to be murdered by zombies.

He made his way to the area where the offices were kept, finding a few boxes of reciepts strewn about. "THIS IS VERY SLOVENLY BOOKEEPING." He toed one with a booed foot. Nearby was a stapler, complete with bonus rotted arm.

Seeing as to how he couldn't smell anything past the plastic mask, he leaned forward, squinting at the bracelet it wore.

"R O R. REALLY OUTSTANDINGLY RED. RICH ORPHAN ROOSTER. RIDICULOUSLY ORIGINAL RAISIN."

Probably not. He found a door that was strangely pristine and barred shut, and considered using the arm as a bludgeoning device, but decided against it, instead moving on to examine some bottles scattered across an aisle nearby.

Empty.

"I DO NOT UNDERSTAND," he commented to himself, "WHAT A BUNCH OF RIOTOUS HOODLUMS WOULD NEED FROM AN OFFICE SUPPLY STORE ANYWAY."

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Character's name: THE MIGHTY MOOSE
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: Link to journals here
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