Wolf
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Post by Wolf on Apr 30, 2009 18:25:14 GMT -5
(Chaze dropped the man on the floor and snarled at his corpse. His claws had made short work of the storeowner and his beta wolves had finished off the other customers inside of the gun store. Chaze nodded over to the thirty-six individuals and they started grabbing ammunition and weapons and stuffing them into the rucksacks they had acquired. As Chaze watched them, he felt a queer sense of defeat. He couldn't really remember, but hadn't he used to fight against such things. Humans fighting mutants. Hadn't he tried to fight for equality? Life before the pit seemed a distant memory and vague to say the least. Very vague.
(Chaze walked around the counter and into the rear room. As he entered, he sniffed bourbon and his mouth instantly started watering. He looked around and couldn't see it. Chaze breathed in the scent even more and closed his eyes. As he raised his hands in front of him, he started shuffling around the room, tracing the smell to the far wall. Chaze opened his eyes and saw a calendar displaying Playboy's Dirty Girls. Chaze ripped the calendar down revealing the wall safe behind it. Chaze smiled.)
Chaze: Hey Betas, looks like we've got refunded on our trip to the mansion.
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