Eyuck. To be honest everybody, its hard tolerating Viva for me right now cause I'm anti-romance. But yeah, whatever. Bick and I make a fun pair, she being all mushy and me being all...I dunno, not-mushy?
Ya, I mean sometimes this thing happens to me when I read a book or watch a movie or something, where the perfect protagonist is just too damn perfect to the point where I desire nothing more than to see them humbled. Maybe you should humble fox a little, I mean everyone is just following her around like a queen, agreeing with what she says, honestly she needs some vices. Just a suggestion, and not meant to be insulting, I'm just saying how I see it.
Rofl, in Fox's dreams He's a one girl man. I kind of agree, maybe Pasha is the person to do so Though... I wouldn't know what to do... xD Rofl! I'm not that mushy Though you'd wonder... I am semi-mushy, yet I made Pasha. Maybe I'm a Schitzo like him
I could kill her. That would be humbling. BTW, I posted Foxee, so it's your turn. Edit: Sorry it took me so long. I wanted to do a review so I'm not a hypocrite for posting part of my novel for review.
Chickidy, is Ben close enough to Reva and Allen that if she took off running she might find him? I have a possible sequence in mind. Posted, CDRW.
Ya, why not? I pointed out he is in the vicinity of the mountains so that any old poster could happen upon him.
Okay, let me sort out the sequence with CDRW and Shadow Dragon. Hang on to that gun! We may need it. Oh....and don't die.
I'm home from the dr and I really really want to post, but the kids are screaming at me to take them swimming. I have to go before it starts to rain, so hopefully we'll get in about 20 minutes in the water and the lightning will start and they will have to get out. Less tramatic when it's not really me making them get out of the pool and mother nature takes the blame. Be back soon.
Yah Joey. He found me some food. Such a nice Rat-Roo. (PS- as inteligent as a stupid dog, notice the begging for me to give him a berry)
Alright, #1, I won't be dying. #2, I'm hanging on to the gun and my 20 shells left. And finally and most importantly, #3, how do you guys sort this stuff out? PMing or using something like MSN or AIM?
Ok i'm trying to figure out how far behind you all I am. How long did you walk before you all got attacked and had to stop? I'm trying to catch up with someone but i don't want to go faster than i should be able to.
All I know is that I'm currently 200 paces past where ever we were accosted by the thing that I talk with. Or act as if I'm talking with. Ey Chad, my dumb dog's bigger'n yours dis is de part wheres I type ze J and za K
That depends on how far in the woods you are. Fox's group is about three hundred yards east of the edge of the forest. However, they are going to wait for Britney's return, under a large pine tree infront of the mountain. Which is about five hundred yards east of the edge of the forest. If you hurry you might be able to catch up with them there.
Whatevs man, can't keep him as a pet anyway. Don't have to eat him though, he'll just be the stray that won't go away, once he wakes up that is.
I don't think he's waking up. The doc gave him a lethal dose. Since he's about the same weight as a human, a lethal dose for us is a lethal dose for him as well.
Don't forget that we gotta eat too. I just posted to see what the Doc has to say about eating it. Oh, and I was thinking that there's probably something in the cave. If the Banshee lead us there, it could either be another one, some children, or maybe just some alien bats or something. There is absolutely no way a cave wouldn't shelter at least some kind of creature.
Or, it was a solitary creature that led us to its lair, out of kindness. Just a warning, if something is poisoned to death, it's not smart to then eat its flesh...just saying, Chrys will not eat that creature.
I don't think I'm going to either. Instead I'll add a nice guy side to Derek, and maybe get him to connect Chrys to the group. In case you haven't noticed, she's had at least one fight with just about all of them.
