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Rules and THE SHIZ: 1 - This is better than Nig's story, hands down. It's not subjective. Get over it you sour little shit. 2 - You can confer with each other, but you must directly PM me, your host, your answer to the major decision (the gold one. Seriously, Nig, orange and yellow? That's the best you can come up with? What a prick.). Other people should not know what you're choosing to do, or it may influence their decision, which is FORBIDDEN. 3 - See rule #1. I'm fucking serious, bro. This is the XPlosion to Nig's disgusting bottom feeding Genesis. 5 - The answer to the minor decisions (the blue ones) should be posted in reply to this chapter, below. 6 - Don't be Joey. You'll get killed off. I warned you. 7 - Read everyone's arcs and chapters, not just your own! I'll know if you do this, cos I'll sneak shit into other people's chapters that you wouldn't otherwise know about the story. Ye. PROLOGUE Nor All. 24 Hours. It had been quite the while since Noggamania. Summer had now passed, and the autumn winds made the already cold streets of Leeds even colder, but Nig was used to this. After all, he did live there. And he was used to staying out late in these same streets. But tonight was a different night, and this he knew. It was this surprising new development in the Nog Night Saga that had motivated him to carry all these groceries back to his flat. As he forced himself to drag the heavy bags in both his hands and forearms, filled to the brim with alcohol, crisps and McVitie's Gold Bars. He had been promised by both Chris and Jake that they would have no part in this if there wasn't a sufficient amount of Gold Bars in stock. But this time, it wasn't just Jake and Chris coming along for the meet-up. In an astonishing turn of events, a lot more people decided to join up for this meeting, which was, in Nig's mind, obvious to unfold as an all out Struggling with the weight of his bags to open his own door, Nig dropped the key on the ground, thus being forced to do that thing no one likes doing, putting down his bags to open the damn door. Or, maybe, just maybe, he could pull an acrobatic manoeuvre that would allow him to pick up his keys and open the door without putting down his bags! What does Nig do? 1 - Get on one knee and bend sideways to try and pick up his key through the ring of the keychain with his pinky finger. 2 - Put down his bags like a boring ass assclown and pick up the keys. 3 - Ask some passer-by to pick up his keys. It's the least he could do for such a great person like him. +1 Flexibility Nig finally gets in, and puts down his bags on the kitchen floor, before looking at his phone for the time and sighing in relief, he still had a few hours before having to have everything ready. He started browsing through his phone for a little while and found that he had new Facebook friend request! It seemed to be a girl. I repeat, seemed. The name read Gussie Becka Bryson, and the photo displayed a girl in her teens."Hohoho...", Nig exclaimed, to himself. He accepted the friend request, and opened her page to explore her profile. She was a plumper, to say the least. In fact, she was a bit more than a plumper. Okay fine. FINE. SHE'S FAT. When has this ever stopped the Nigster, though? It didn't. Neither did the ridiculous amount of acne on her face, or her bosseyedness, or the fact that she was missing an arm. And an ear. Nig took no time to shoot her up a message, and she replied almost instantly, which made butterflies flutter in his vile, pink cider ridden stomach. But he could not afford fucking around, he had a party to prepare. Still he felt tempted to indulge himself into conversation with this arguably (by Nig only) fair lady. What does Nig do? 1 - Fuck around on the phone for a while, after all he still had a few hours... 2 - Focus one hundred percent on the party he had to set up. 3 - Try to multitask. -1 Concentration +1 Relationship with Gussie Becka Bryson Meanwhile, in Liverpool, Chris and Jake had already met up at the airport. They had decided to meet there so they could wait for the rest of the fellas, coming from a large variety of places: Blackie from Australia, Perry from New York, B00Bz from Baltimore, Shawnie from Boston and Dyldo, from Canada. Herman was to meet them all at the train station once he arrived, and they'd then all take the train to Leeds. Chris and Hale sat on a table, having some airport McDonald's, the best kind of McDonald's, for super sized menus aren't banned. "I can't believe they're all coming." - Hale said, after stuffing his face with three chicken selects at once. "Me either. I mean we've tried to host meet-ups like this before but it's never been this big. Not even close." - Chris said, after stuffing his face with an entire double cheeseburger in one bite. "It's good though, it's gonna be fun. I have a bad feeling, though." - Hale said, after stuffing his face with an entire Big Mac. "Yeah me too, kinda. I wonder if Nig'll start another fight." - Chris said, after stuffing his face with an entire 1L cup of coke. The entire cup. "What's up, fellas?!" They heard this, and assumed it was directed to them, seeing as it came from an unmistakable voice. And right they were, as they found after looking to their right, it was none other than Johnny B00Bz standing there, Baltimore Ravens duffel bag in hand. Both Jake and Chris stood up to greet him. "I assume the other guys won't be long, then." - B00Bz stated. And correctly enough, as Blackie and Shawnie both approached the group, together, albeit Shawnie stayed behind: "I'm not coming anywhere near that place." "Oh, come on, Shawn." - Blackie said, trying to convince him. "NO!" People scattered around the airport all stared at Shawnie for a while, before resuming with their lives. Everyone pretended it didn't happen because he's an Arab and he could blow the whole place to bits any time. "Don't look, Jamie." - They overheard a mother say to her child. Perry and Dyldo weren't far behind, either, and the whole group seemed to be ready to go, soon enough. And they departed as soon as Blackie turned to Jake: "Alright, Hale, lead the way, man." "Me? I don't know anything about buses, I walked here." "You walked? How long?" "'Bout five hours or so." They all seemed shocked. Whispers started flowing around between the group, such as: "We're gonna have to walk five hours?" and "I will get right back on that plane, right now.". This, of course, lasted only until Chris jumped in to save the day: "I know what bus and where, don't worry. Let's go." And go they did. Herman found himself on the train to Liverpool, which also took an immense amount of time, when he woke up. For a moment, he had forgotten what was happening, but everything came to him, soon enough. This was it, the Botley Bun was about to happen. Nog Night in Leeds was tonight, and he was there. Or, well, he was near. As the train arrived in Liverpool Central station, and he alighted from his coach, and stepped onto the platform, yawning and stretching. Hundreds of people passed him by, outward and inward, as he just stood there, taking in the Englishness of the place. In fact, he could not feel even the slightest hint of Scottishness in the air, and this was surprisingly refreshing to him. He, who had to live with Scottishness his whole life. From when he was a wee lad to his current days as a young adult with terrible, terrible hair, Scottishness, Scottishness everywhere. Everywhere he had gone, Scottishness filled the air. And quite frankly, he was gl--HOLY SHIT HE FORGOT HIS BAG. What does Herman do? 1 - Run back onto the carriage and try to retrieve his bag. 2 - Try to find an authority, security guard or, in general, anyone who could help him in this dire moment. His bag could be with anyone by now! 3 - Calmly walk back into the train, taking his time, and search for his bag. 4 - Fuck it, with the company he'd be surrounded by, tonight, he'd probably be dead by the end of the night, anyway. +1 Doggedness Tripped and injured his arm while rushing A few hours had now passed, and Nig stood in his kitchen. Quite proud of how well he managed to evacuate everyone from the flat with the use of a defective fire alarm, in a manner that would in no way be traced back to him and put him in a position to be considered a rascal and a hoodlum. All he had to do was spread the word that there had been a few bomb threats in university flats during the recent days leading up to the meet-up, and then hold up a lighter next to one of the smoke detectors, which then set the fire alarm to go off and everyone to panic and run for their lives. "Haha, idiots", he thought. The alarm was still going, though, as it had been for about three hours, now, and he needed to find a way to turn it off before the LADS got there, he realised. He had only a few options: He could turn off the electricity in the entire building and try to turn it back on, and risk the refrigerator with all the drinks and appetisers not working, later, and the turkey in the oven going to Hell; He could try to break it, and risk sending an call straight to the fire department if he failed; Or, finally, he could try to just cover the alarm box on the wall with a bunch of blankets to cover up the sound. Alternatively, he could always do nothing and risk everyone complaining and bashing his well-thought out plan! Then again, he could assume that all the alcohol and general partying would push the irritating alarm noise into the far back of everyone's minds. (This may seem like a basic choice, but trust me, it's important. Srs.) What does Nig do? 1 - Restart the power. 2 - Break the alarm for good, it's already buggered, anyway. 3 - Muffle the sound with covers. 4 - Do nothing. - He finally turned his attention completely to his phone, but was it too late, now, for some Gussie Becka Bryson? "I can't believe Joey died." - Herman stated. The whole group was now sitting in a very Hogwarts Express-like train coach to Leeds. "Joey died? How did that happen?" - Perry inquired. "You didn't know?" - Blackie quizzed. "Yeah, me either." - Dyldo added. "Wow." - B00Bz exclaimed. "How did it happen?" - Perry interrogated. "It was during a football game." - Blackie added. "You mean hand-egg?" - Shawnie inquired, wittily. "Ha-ha, hilarious." - B00Bz responded, somewhat taken aback by Shawnie's disrespect of his number one favourite thing in the world: American Rugby. "Yes. Macias filmed it, apparently. He was filming the whole game because Joey asked and he happened to be in Rhode Island, then he put the tape up for sale like a fagbag." - Blackie supplemented. "Wow. What an imbecile." - Shawnie chipped in. "Douchenozzle, even." - Perry furthered. "He got tackled by two guys at the same time, in different directions." - Blackie conferred. "Doesn't he play defense, though?" - Dyldo queried. "Yeah. He wasn't even holding the ball, or egg, or whatever. That's not how he died though." - Blackie continued - "He got back up and kept playing, like a baller." "Wow" - Herman proclaimed. - "Well, how did he die?" "When he went back to the locker room he got beat up by about five dudes because he's bisexual." "Ouch." - Perry affirmed. What does Dyldo say? 1 - "Faggot." 2 - "Homo." 3 - "Nigger." 4 - "Double-spic nigger faggot cunt." +1 Homophobia +1 Bigotry "Whoa there, we're all friends here, buddy." - Shawnie professed. "Yeah, we're all pals here, chap." - Herman blazoned. What does Perry say? 1 - "Yeah, we're all me, me all along here, Austin." 2 - "Yeah, we're all family here, Chris Benoit." 3 - "Yeah, we're all walking the plank here, matey." 4 - "Yeah, we're all signing up to EWE as two people and claiming it's a friend, here, Chris." +1 Dank wrestling memes Various sorts of looks are directed toward Perry, before the conversation resumes. "Well, is that how he died?" - B00Bz solicited. "Nope. He got back up, had his shower and got picked up by his dad. His dad asked h--" - Blackie attempted to proceed. "Wait, Macias was still following him around with a camera?" - Chris interrupted. "Yes." - Blackie replied. "Okay." - Chris acknowledged. "So his dad asked him what happened and that's when Joey came out to him. Big Gomes then stopped the truck and beat the living shit out of him 'til he promised he wouldn't be gay anymore. That's when he succumbed." - Blackie seemed to complete his story. "Wow, what a death." - B00Bz testified. "Oh, no, that's not how he died. He woke up in the hospital after passing out." - Blackie confirmed. "And Macias was still following him around?" - Hale investigated. "Yes. And that's when Joey decided he would change his life from them on. No longer would he listen to other people's offenses, no longer was he to put constraints on his own manner of living due to outside parties." - Blackie advanced - "Nevermore would he cry in despair, alone in his room, because he wasn't accepted. Nevermore would he hide in the shadows just to not be judged by others. Nevermore would he lie about his personal preferences, be them objective or subjective. Nevermore would he not acknowledge his true self!" "..." - Everyone held. "Then he jumped off bed and exploded." - Blackie finished. "Ah. I see." - Chris inferred. "Rookie move." - Perry judged. "Quite." - B00Bz bestowed. After this long conversation there was a long silence, interrupted only by the sound of the PA system: "We are reaching our final stop, ladies and gentlemen, Leeds Central. Please prepare to disembark." "Finally." - Hale injected. The door bell rang. Nig knew the partay was about to commence! He got up off the chair he was sitting in and rushed to the door. He opened to find a bunch of Steedlings standing outside in the cold cold street of Leeds. "WAHEY! AYUP GUYS!?" - Nig exclaimed, excited. Everyone came in and the party soon began. Hale took it upon himself to change the horrible music Nig had cautiously prepared for the night as soon as he could, and everyone settled in quickly enough. "So, you're not bothered about sleeping in a sleeping bag for two days?" - Nig asked, talking to B00Bz. "No way, man, don't you remember my house? A sleeping bag is good shit. Luxury, I'd say!" Both of them holding bottles of beer. As is pretty much everyone else in the party. At the table, Chris and Hale are playing cards with Herman and Dyldo, and trying to talk them into getting drunk, like DICKS. "Cmon guys, just try it once. Get in the mood." "Yeah, Hale's right. I'd usually never argue that someone should be drinking but, fuck it, it's Nog Night, you know?" Herman and Dyldo exchange stares before being slid over a couple of beers by Blackie, who opened them after taking them out of the fridge. They both look at the beers intently. They're the same brand as everyone is drinking except for Hale and Chris, who are obviously beer hipsters, and insist on drinking Guinness because they're grim and mysterious, and drink darker beer than everyone else. What do Dyldo and Herman do? Same question, separate choice, of course. 1 - Fuck it, one night only, like a TNA PPV. Fuckin' YOLO. 2 - Maybe just one or two. 3 - Drink just this one. 4 - Not drink. - "Do you want another one?" - Chris asks, turning to Hale. What does Hale do? Trust me, it's gonna matter. 1 - Stay with Guinness. 2 - Change to something heavier. 3 - Change to something lighter. - Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Shawnie is still serial backflipping, while Perry and B00Bz chat it up with Nig and each other. Fast forward a bit and everyone who's drinking is a little more drunk, and the only constant action in the party is Shawnie's backflips. The doorbell rings and Chris goes to open the door, since it's locked from the inside, two girls walk in and Chris just stares at them before running back into the kitchen area and turning to Nig: "NIG! YOU GOT STRIPPERS!?" - He exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. An apologetic and embarrassed Nig gets up and tries to explain to Chris all the while explaining the situation to the girls. "Those are my flatmates, Chris." "Shit." - He declares, in the exact same tone as the Google translate lady would. "Yeah..." "...So no strippers?" Nig facepalms, and leaves the room to talk to them, leaving Chris confused, but it's okay, 'cause the music's good, and that's all Chris has ever asked for in life, as he hurries back into the room. "What happened?" - Blackie asks. "Dunno. Not strippers though." "Shit." - He exclaims, in the exact same tone as the Google translate lady would. Meanwhile in the other room, Nig tries to explain to his flatmates, Caz and Abbi G, the entire quandary: "Well, you see, they're all from around the world, and I mean, they'd have to stay somewhere, right? I mean, I didn't want to fuck with the alarm but I weren't about to like bring them all round with everyone like hangin' about, right?" "This is pretty messed up, Luke." - One of them stated. "Oh, come on, it's hardly the Holocaust, is it?" "Mate..." Everyone storms out of the kitchen now, led by none other than Blackie "The Blackster" Blackworth: "Nig! We're going!" - He exclaims. "Wh--Wha--?" "You didn't expect us to fuck around all night, did you?" Nig seems flustered, after all the work he went through, but right now, anything that could get him out of this embarrassing predicament would be welcome with open arms: "WE'RE GOING!" They walk out of the building unhesitatingly, and Shawnie even does a backflip off the exit. Hale turns to Nig, then, as everyone follows behind, chatting and trading, in general, some mad banter. "Didn't you say there was like a string of pubs we could do?" "Yeah, the Otley Run" "More like the Botley BUN!" "Yeah, that's the one. It's actually not far." Fast forward a bit more and every drunk is now slightly drunker. Three pubs into the run, some girl catches Nig's eye, and he approaches her to chat her up, while some of the other guys just look on. "We're about to see the master at his finest." - Chris states. What ensues then is quite peculiar, and perhaps expected. The lass's, as Nig would name her, boyfriend shows up. And we're talking about a 9 foot tall, 600 pound of pure muscle figure here. Everyone starts laughing when he confronts Nig, but not many expect Nig to actually fuck with him...Except for Chris and Hale. "We gotta go. Now." - Hale decides. "Next pub?" - Perry asks. "Yep. Let's go." Everyone stands up and just leaves. Chris turns to Dyldo: "Dyldo, start counting." Dylan looks at his wristwatch and does exactly as told, like a good boy: "One. Two. Three. Fo--" BLAM! Nig's body comes flying out of the pub exit. Some laugh, some worry, but everyone contributes in picking Nig back up. The pub manager comes out and exclaims: "Hey, you guys gotta pay for damage!" "RUN!!!" - Chris shouts, and everyone starts running! They keep drinking throughout the night, and everything gets more and more blurry. One could even say Shawnie is high on backflips by now. He has definitely had one too many. There are moments that just seem to fast forward and blur away, and others seem particularly slow in motion, such as three Guinness mugs shattering into pieces as Chris, Blackie and Hale toast way too hard. Or maybe this is just B00Bz's brain acting up. He's definitely had one too many drinks tonight. What does B00Bz do? 1 - Fuck it, everyone else is doing it, right? 2 - Take it a little easier. 3 - Stop drinking before everything blows up. 4 - Drink even more and sing an impromptu song about how much he likes football. - "Are you alright, there B00Bz?! You haven't said anything in ages!" - Perry asks, loudly, seeing as you really have to speak up to get heard over the obnoxiously loud music in this fucking pub. Jesus Christ why are these people so extreme in their habits. Jesus Christ. JESUS. CHRIST. What does B00Bz say? 1 - "I LOVE FOOTBALL. I LOVE FOOTBALL! SO! MUCH!", and sheds a tear. 2 - "I'm fine. I just love football so fucking much man. So fucking much." 3 - "Yeah, I just wish I'd brought a hat. I love football, by the way." 4 - "Yeah, I'm fine, man." - Fast forward a little more, and guess what they find? Or well, Chris and Jake do. While at the counter in some pub, they spot a bottle of the green stuff that makes you go Nor All. Nor All indeed. The only word to describe the expression on their faces as they spot this bottle of absinthe is none other than "agog". "HOLY SHIT! I'M BUYING EVERYONE A ROUND!" - Chris proclaims. And this, my friends, this is where it all goes downhill. Or uphill, really, you could say, for this round of absinthe shots would not only make everyone's night completely unforgettable, but also they would not remember it at all! It's a true paradox isn't it? What does Perry say? Srs. It's crucial. 1 - "OH, BOY!" 2 - "Oh, boy!" 3 - "Ohhhh boy!" +1 Oh, boy! But Blackie's felt better before, and this one shot of the majestic, mysterious green liquid could really do him in like a botched Lariat. And Perry feels exactly the same way. Then again, is this really something they'd be okay with being left out of? This might even be their only chance in life to go Nor All with their Steed brothers, and if they're going Nor All, everyone should go Nor All. Nor All. Nor All. What do Perry and Blackie do? Same as Dyldo and Herman. Same question, separate choice. 1 - Have the absinthe. N o r A l l. 2 - Reluctantly go for it. 3 - No. He's had enough for the night. - Nor All 24 Hours. Drinking for you want? D r i n k i n g F o r Y o u W a n t ? N o r A l l T w e n t y F o u r H o u r s N e v e r g o n n a d a n c e a g a i n F e e d m e m o r e Dancing in the streets, random loitering, more beer, more absinthe. More pubs. More lasses Nig tries to pick up. S a m b u c a N e v e r g o n n a d a n c e a g a i n G u i n n e s s J B L i n a r a n d o m p u b i n L e e d s L o v i n I t M a g g l e C o w b o y h a t s C o u n t r y M u s i c D i n o s a u r s ? 4 : 0 0 AM Random UFC talk, random, borderline senseless 2006 WWE banter between Chris and Herman about a Goldust vs Val Venis match, and Rob Conway. The night both does not seem to end as well as it seems to go by too fast. T o o F u c k i n g F a s t The sun shines heavily in Herman's eyes. He seems to be lying in the sand. He sits up and removes the white cowboy hat he seems to be wearing. He finds that his t-shirt is gone. He looks around and sees nothing but laid out bodies, and dunes. Dunes of sand, everywhere. He is in the desert. They all are, he just seems to be the first one to wake up, somehow. "...Guys?" His glasses, though a bit crooked, presumably from Perry sitting on them accidentally last night, are still there, at least, but his eyesight feels ridiculously fuzzy. He sees a somewhat long-haired figure in the distance. "Shawnie?" Shawn turns around and sees Herman has woken up, then walks in his direction. "Where the feck are we?" "The desert." Herman just looks at Shawnie for a while. "..." "..." "No shit. Help me up, will you?" Shawnie helps Herman up. "How on Earth did we end up, here?" "I don't know. Do you remember anything?" "No. Do you?" "I fear I may have had too many backflips last night." Perry opens his eyes, and instantly wakes up, with the shock: "Fuck! It's hot!" Shawnie looks at him. "No, it's not." "Yes, it fucking is." Shawnie shrugs it off and walks away once more. Perry then extends his arm, prompting the skinny ass Herman to try and help him up. Herman tries, with all his might, but Perry barely budges. "For Christ's sake man, are you a praying mantis or something?" Herman collapses next to Perry and they both sit there. "I'm too weak. What is going on...?!" "I don't remember..." He remembered something. He remembered seeing what seemed to be both JBL and Ryback in a pub, as well as some tall blonde dude with tattoos, but obviously this could only be a dream, or a production of his fickle inebriated mind. "JBL..." "What?" "Nothing." "Did you just say--" "WHAT THE FUCK!?" - Hale screams, sitting up, and it echoes away. This seems to bring out a groan out of the previously seemingly lifeless bodies of Dyldo, Chris and Blackie, while B00Bz is still nowhere to be seen. Everyone seems to get up, slowly, and assess their surroundings. They see Shawnie in the distance, poking a body with a stick, which they assume to be B00Bz. "What the fuck is going on...?" - Blackie asks, astonished. Dyldo seems to have something in mind, but doesn't speak up. "We need to start moving now and find help, or at least water, we're gonna die out here..." - Nig says, appearing from behind the group. - "Figuring out how we ended up here isn't a priority, yet... Surviving is." "You sure seem to be at peace with this fucking situation!" - Chris exclaims. "Well, I've seen too many films, Chris." - Nig replies, nonchalantly. Somehow, Hale still finds space for humour: "Well, I wish Joey was here." "Why?" - Perry asks. "We'd have something to eat." Some chuckles are actually heard. Mainly because, in spite of the situation, they all see the ridiculous, dark, far-fetched irony of ending up in some desert thousands of miles away from where they were the night before after going into the infamous Nor All mode. Even though they all still seem traumatised by the predicament. "What the fuck do we do...?" What does Blackie say? 1 - "I don't think that should be up to me." 2 - "We should split up, go in different directions, try to find somewhere..." 3 - Contribute to the already massively disturbing silence and say nothing. +1 Not being a passive little motherfucking piece of shit. Shawnie shows up, having helped B00Bz up and back to the group. "Shawnie... You're much more used to heat like this. What the fuck do we do?" - Hale asks. What does Shawnie say? 1 - "We move." 2 - "We rest now, and move in the night." 3 - "I'm not gonna take that responsibility, dude." 4 - Shrug and do a backflip - Everyone sighs. This is it, they're trapped in the vast desert with no feasible solution or aid toward this conundrum in sight. How did they get there? Who is behind all of this? Was it all the conclusion of a drunken stupor? Was there even any chance they'd survive this? Where on Earth were they, anyway!? These were the thoughts going through everyone's minds, aside from B00Bz's, who just throws up on the sand. "For fuck's sake man..." - Chris states as he moves slightly away from B00Bz. Some sort of bird is heard, and overshadows the floor. More than one, even. Three vultures soar above the group in circles. "Fuck me." - Herman says. They all look up... END. Edited by Admin, May 11 2016, 01:17 PM.
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| Herman | May 4 2016, 02:42 PM Post #2 |
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1 - Run back onto the carriage and try to retrieve his bag. |
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| Nig | May 5 2016, 01:40 PM Post #3 |
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1 - Get on one knee and bend sideways to try and pick up his key through the ring of the keychain with his pinky finger. 3 - Try to multitask. |
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| Dyldo | May 5 2016, 11:24 PM Post #4 |
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1 - "Faggot." |
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| Blackie | May 6 2016, 02:47 AM Post #5 |
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2 - "We should split up, go in different directions, try to find somewhere..." |
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It seemed to be a girl. I repeat, seemed. The name read Gussie Becka Bryson, and the photo displayed a girl in her teens.




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