07-02-2011, 05:56 PM
There was a small, smokeless fire built inside a tire hub with a lame spit over it roasting two rat corpses. Next to it sat a messenger's bag and your stereotypical irishman. He was short, had a great orange beard and wiry orange hair, a funny accent and normally a good sense of humor. The Shakes had gotten to him from too much human meat, and the poor man was jittery as all hell. He was caked in dirt, as though he had simply gone outside and rolled in it (He probably had..). Across from the Irishman was a massive hulk that probably wouldn't normally be considered a man. He was at least six and a half feet tall, built like a gorilla, and often acted like one. He bore a skull tattoo on his face and next to him lay an axe as tall as a normal man and just as wide. This was Dero "The Axe". And the Irishman was some no name he had found claiming to be a cook and asking for shelter. The two did not speak, but Dero reached out and took the spit from the fire, biting into one of the rats with disgusting yellow teeth. He chewed for a moment, swallowed, and spit the bones out skillfully. Suddenly gunshots rang out. He jumped up, threw the rats at the Irishman who began to freak out in a jittery dance to find the cool part of the spit. Within seconds Dero had picked up the axe and was charging towards the sound of the gunshots at breakneck speed yelling "WHO THE FUCK IS IN MY TOWN?!"
((Apologies for the story. That won't happen again))
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