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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 11:00:58 GMT -5
"I mean people. We should probably try to find people." John said.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 29, 2017 11:09:00 GMT -5
{{You... You do realize you're giving leadership to a 13-year-old, right...?}} (( so? You have proven a worthy leader in your roleplays. ))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 11:09:41 GMT -5
{{Ok}}
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 11:36:30 GMT -5
"Ok." John said with a nod.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 11:42:00 GMT -5
John followed.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 11:46:48 GMT -5
John heard a twig snap, and as a reflex, he pulled out his musket.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 12:05:08 GMT -5
John sighed and put his musket away. "Hopefully it isn't a Redcoat."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 12:14:49 GMT -5
"A Redcoat." John repeated.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 12:19:57 GMT -5
{{My friend is trying to mess up my posts XD}}
"Damn British." John said.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 12:24:42 GMT -5
"It isn't stress." John retaliated.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 12:47:38 GMT -5
John sighed. "It's actually more like worry." he admitted.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 12:55:41 GMT -5
"I... never thought of it that way." John let up.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 13:04:46 GMT -5
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 13:15:21 GMT -5
John shrugged.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 13:18:09 GMT -5
"Literal hell. There's a war going on, and I need to get back as soon as I can." John said.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 13:24:27 GMT -5
"I'm fine. But if I don't get back, my friends might not be." John responded.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 29, 2017 13:29:53 GMT -5
{{Lol I might make John throw a chair at some point.}}
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