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Post by Wren Hartwood on Jan 12, 2016 10:53:10 GMT -6
Wren knew his best chance of survival was to get past that hovercraft, so he tried to guess at what their next move might be and plan ahead. He had to live on, for Cal.
Spy on Hovercraft
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He thought he knew where it was headed, but he couldn't be sure. He'd have to consider trying again later.1d10+2
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Jan 12, 2016 17:52:24 GMT -6
Wren did some math and decided it was time to shoot up with some morphling. He decided it would help him forget about being hungry, If only it could help with emotional pain...
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Jan 12, 2016 20:33:34 GMT -6
Wren decided to look for morphling, considering not everyone would make out of today unscathed.
Scavenge for morphling
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He hoped no one else was looking for it, too...
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Jan 13, 2016 14:09:22 GMT -6
Wren was torn, but decided to give spying on the hovercraft one more try. He knew it might upset some of his friends, but he was just so scared... I wish everyone could sneak by...and everyone could live...
Spy on hovercraft
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Jan 14, 2016 21:49:02 GMT -6
Wren settled down next to Cal, in the hospital. He just hoped there would be more than one more sunrise in his future. I doubt any of them could compare to that first morning, on the roof...
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