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You roll a twenty. You walk an arduous trail, with spike pits dug into the ground, and barbed wire, along with landmines hooked up to trip wires. You walk for a great while, but eventually make it to a river. A boat is waiting.
"You look like shit, mate. Where'd you turn up from?" A man with an Australian accent asks. He offers you a drink, and lights up a cigarette.
You think of what Father Jones said about drinking, and how it would doom a man to Hell certainly.
[–] Grifter42 [S] ago
You roll a twenty. You walk an arduous trail, with spike pits dug into the ground, and barbed wire, along with landmines hooked up to trip wires. You walk for a great while, but eventually make it to a river. A boat is waiting.
"You look like shit, mate. Where'd you turn up from?" A man with an Australian accent asks. He offers you a drink, and lights up a cigarette.
You think of what Father Jones said about drinking, and how it would doom a man to Hell certainly.
[–] o0shad0o ago
I toss the spear to the ground, tell him about the compound. I accept the drink, and drink sparingly.