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"Let's face it, you had murder on you mind, mister. I don't care what you say. I'll put down my guns when I'm dead, but I don't suggest you...
Oh boy, another romance role play... You have fun, kiddos.
(No! Stay out of it! Hell, your character wouldn't even know what's going on!)
(You can't just shoot through a wall, man! The action is annoying and disruptive.) "Then put down the match and get the dynamite out of her...
(No, Gen, just no. You're disrupting the story. Disregard his post.)
"What're you gonna do?! Kill all of us?!" He said, keeping his gun up, "That dynamite's gonna blow this place to hell!"
(Oh god! That should've been censored!)
Keg fires a single bullet at the match, breaking it and putting it out. "Hands up, jackass." He said.
"I don't think so." Keg said, walking into the room, blood on his hands.
He gives Emma a light kiss on the forehead before shutting his eyes to sleep again.
He looks over at Emma with a smile. 'She looks so peaceful...' He thought, forgetting his nightmare almost instantly.
Keg wakes in the morning to see Emma, the horses, and their supplies gone. "SON OF A BITCH!" He exclaimed. He couldn't do this alone, but he...
Niko found himself jolting awake in the middle of the night. He had the nightmare again.
He smiles and wraps an arm around her shoulder, falling asleep soon after.
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"No problem." He said, stopping the cart, "We'll rest right here."
Old Head Holystone
"Aww, already? You just got here!" He said with a little laugh.
He chuckles a bit, "Well now we've both seen where each other sleeps!"
"Really? It's just sort of a bed in a room."