Ah, alrighty then! ^^

I'll wait for them then!

ASomeonePerson said:

LMAOOOOO— I get it, though.

I wrote a brief thing on how Sadie will react to what Carswell said. It goes something like this: "She knows there's a screw loose up in that head. How? 'Cause she's got ten screws loose in hers."

She's only this mean when thinking about him 'cause he reminds her of her brother—

Sir Froggington said:

It was too scary to try to interact with other characters >.< lol

Sir Froggington said:

ASomeonePerson said:

LMAOOOOO— I get it, though.

I wrote a brief thing on how Sadie will react to what Carswell said. It goes something like this: "She knows there's a screw loose up in that head. How? 'Cause she's got ten screws loose in hers."

She's only this mean when thinking about him 'cause he reminds her of her brother—

Sir Froggington said:

It was too scary to try to interact with other characters >.< lol

If Sadie can eat that many zombies, Carswell will be that much more afraid/respectful of her

There is another way for her to deal with that many zom-zoms, though. She just doesn't know it yet.

Sirris said:

Without a writing style I'm even more shit at writing. Sometimes I wonder why I role play. I can't write for shit! Lmao

Sir Froggington said:

I have no commitment to write unless it's for roleplays, and even then....

ASomeonePerson said:

If you keep it up, you'll be able to surpass Christopher Paolini. Don't give up, fam, even though it gets extremely frustrating sometimes--

Sirris said:

Without a writing style I'm even more shit at writing. Sometimes I wonder why I role play. I can't write for shit! Lmao

Sir Froggington said:

The Carswell short story of meeting Sadie

Carswell was hunched over his supplies, staring at a piece of meat that had taken a lot of work to earn. He didn’t notice the sun beating down on him, because he was so relieved to have something substantial filling his stomach. He had taken a few bites of it, when a human form charged him.

“What the hell!” Carswell screeched, instinctively yanking his squirrel chop back from something that he could only describe as human or a Walker.

He fumbled at his waist for one of his pocket knives. Why on earth was a Walker attacking his food instead of him? His befuddled mind ignored the fact that he shouldn’t be complaining, and should be using this time to escape. Finally realizing that this vicious little creature was easily winning this game of tug of war, he gave up trying to keep the food and stumbled to his feet putting space between them. He snatched up his bow and an arrow standing guard over his backpack. Standing tall and positioning his feet instinctively in the proper position, he pulled back to full draw unsure if he should kill on sight.

Now that he was standing up and paying attention, he saw others following her. “Don’t come any closer,” he kept his voice steady and low. His voice was calm, but not overtly threatening for someone who was holding a weapon pointed in their direction. He would have relaxed his bow slightly, because it wasn’t good to hold it at full tension for long, but he didn’t want them to think that he was relaxing. He knew that a full drawn bow was much more threatening than just holding his stick with a string in front of him.

“What are you doing here with a…” He darted another glance at the girl, trying to figure out what to label her as. “with a Walker?” he spluttered utterly confused, staring at them.

If it weren’t for the fact that there was a Walker not immediately trying to kill him, he might have shot first and asked questions later, or he might have ran, however now his curiosity was piqued. She had to be one of the unlabeled mutants.