*John Wesley Allison got up shaking his head.*
"Oh, Fuck! where am I?."
*He decided that lying facedown on the ground was not the best way to find out. He pried himself out of the ground and managed to get to his feet despite a ringing in his head that reminded him of the hangover after a 2 week drunk...*
"Ahhh..."
*His rifle(Browning BAR LWS, 30-06) was still on his back and his Jeep sat nearby and undamaged with the shotgun still in it. He checked the revolver(.45 SAA) on his hip and found it likewise in working order. The spare Ammo for his Rifle and Shotgun lay in his backpack in the Jeep. The ammunition for his pistol was on his left hip, balancing the gun.*
*He swung his Rifle to his shoulder as he heard a crashing to his left. Expecting bear, the original goal of his hunting expedition that day only to encouner Orcs! three massive brutes in haphazard armor, weilding battle-axes.*
"What the FUCK!?!"
*Having read Tolkien as a child John had no further use for these creatures.*
<font size=5>*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*</font>
OOC/Wecome to the world of fantasy, as was hinted in the other thread there are indeed people from our world in this one. Feel free to play a fantasy character or a mundane or a Vulcan or whatever. have fun playing the other side of the coin.
P.S. John (Clay's brother) is VERY(!) well armed, so anyone who wishes to play characters who are less extreme by nature need not find an excuse to have weapons./OOC
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