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June 14, 2018 5:52 pm

//Not sure if this is RP group but really want a fallout themed RP! Here is starter, reply on wall or if you don't like wall RPs / want 1 on 1 RP feel free reply in my PMs! // The clank of something ... View More//Not sure if this is RP group but really want a fallout themed RP! Here is starter, reply on wall or if you don't like wall RPs / want 1 on 1 RP feel free reply in my PMs! // The clank of something hitting metal echoed through the dark air of the wasteland one fateful night. A few gunshots soon followed and cries of pain followed those, when suddenly a burst of magic and a pony appearing from mid air and then running away from the makeshift raider dominated settlement in an old train yard. The crudeness of the raider buildings in the trainyard was only matched by the rusty railroad running along the ground leading to a nearby tunnel where most of the raiders slept and a buggy-esque vehicle with train wheels instead of the traditional all-terrains sat dormate in the shadows. This would be the origin of the unnecessarily loud sound, that and the raider chief kicking on said buggy, cussing at the slightly smoking engine like an angry trucker as if it will help to get the rusty vehicle to move. The chief stopped kicking after a bit, and took a gander at the distant pony running off into the darkness of night and let out an angry sigh before walking back into the shadows of the tunnel not to be seen again. Zoom back to the daring pony running off, with a sigh Twisted said "Of course the raiders would happen to find me...the one time they are able to detect shit..." he grumbled as he walked to a nearby rock sitting on it, staring back at the now distant settlement. He would groan as his fore-hooves pried open his saddle bag and he scowered through his rather minimal belongings finding an old scrap of dried leaves and eating it. He then took out what looks like a deck of cards with visible glowing along the markings on the cards shuffling them a bit counting the deck to see how many he had used in the daring escape "29, 31, 32, 33..." he sighed, he was 20 cards short of a full deck. After a moment he put the cards away and got up off the rock and continued into the night again searching for a non-raider controlled settlement.

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