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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 20, 2012 15:26:46 GMT -5
"I don't know, maybe he has a stash of some kind? Could you please point that gun away, I prefer all parts of my body intact. It is not like I am going to jump you and I wouldn't stand a chance out in the wastes chased by a scout platoon."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 15:35:43 GMT -5
".........Fine." he says lowering the gun.
"Get the fuck out of here. But if anything weird turns up, I'll hunt you down."
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 20, 2012 15:37:29 GMT -5
"Good luck with that." Martin turned around and started walking away from the camp.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 15:41:45 GMT -5
On the outskirts of the camp, ABE talks,
"EMOTIONAL RESPONSE: whoooooo! THAT was fucking close. Let's not ever do that again!"
(-15 Karma for murdering an innocent man for your own needs.)
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 20, 2012 15:43:50 GMT -5
"I had it in my hand the whole time, trust me." A couple of hills away from the camp Martin checks the map.
(Test INT for reading the map)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 15:48:28 GMT -5
(INT) It's a scouts map of southern Georgia. By your calculations, you're 8 miles south of Waypoint and 12 miles north of Crossway.
"TACTICAL ASSESSMENT: I do not believe that for a moment. So, Dr. Kavorkian, where to now?"
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 20, 2012 15:51:43 GMT -5
"South to the Crossway I say." Martin said and tried to measure the directions with help of the sun. He then started walking the direction he thinks is south.
(Test INT or Survival idk.)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 15:58:26 GMT -5
It takes a full day to walk to Crossway. (-1 Food and Drink.)
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