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Tarragon: "It's harder than it looks." Jumps down and grabs the bird.
You people are the most self centered ******** I've ever met! You are running her memory by creating dumb *** threads like these.
Tarragon: sees another deer. Fires arrow but misses. It hits a bird.
Tarragon: sits in a tree and waits for game.
It hit a nerve.
Interesting, I'll say that much.
Is this some kind of joke to you?!? I was completely ****** when I read this! Why do you have to be a god damned *****! Some died who was treated...
Bye. You were awesome.
Always knew my real name was Tex.
Nick: look at news reports. Sees that three people were murdered. Tarragon: walks into base covered in blood.
Huh. Well then.
(Bump)
Tarragon: grabs bow and arrows and heads out for another hunt.
Nick: enters his room. Sits down and sighs. "I told you to wait." Tarragon: pulls out daggers. Sticks to the shadows.
Nick: texts Tarragon.-where are you?- Tarragon: replies-had this funny feeling.- Nick: -so?- Tarragon;-nevermind.-
Nick: sighs and drops the bow and arrows. Walks back to room.
So, anyone what to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?
Tarragon: sits down on the bed and writes in a journal.
Tarragon: jumps down into the hole. Stands up in a one room place with a table, chairs, and a bed. Picks up the deer and puts it on the table.
Tarragon: reaches a hole in the ground. It's big enough for some to fit through. Slides the deer in. "Well, can't say it's been fun. So bye."