vito
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Post by vito on Jul 4, 2008 18:12:59 GMT -5
Bones would be bigging around in a old van until he hoped out with a bunch of scrap in his right arm. He smiled as he wore a torn up black trench coat and tan pants with combat boots. He laughed lightly walking away with the scrap. He stooped as he saw a old trashed rig. He smiled big and drooped what he had and dashed over to the rig. He popped open the hood and started to tear apart the engine for spare parts.
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Post by constantine on Nov 2, 2008 21:20:02 GMT -5
I was walking through the junkyard when I saw a man rummaging through them. He suddenly ran to a scrapped rig. Pulling it apart, he seemed like a monster. Though, we all do when you first see us. Of course, I was refering to all of us living in this changed world. He seemed a child, but all did to me. Probably born in a shelter. I walked over to him. Suddenly, a wierd noise came from my right. I turned and saw it was the remnants of a mechanical saw that still had some juice left in them. I hoped the man wouldn't turn and see me and go crazy.
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