Almost, except for the god-awful bone chill. Carl prays to never be further north from Virginia back home, if he could actually pray. But he doesn't, so he hopes that it won't be the case.
With his enhanced eyesight and his ease with the gun, Carl is one of the best people on the hunting assignment. However, he prefers to have a rifle than a handgun for deer hunting, but he'll take what he can. He looks at the slowly growing camp. ]
Going out to get some food. Any one who's free to join me can come with.
Building shelter
[ Carl is trying his best to tie the branches together. He even cut little groves into them so it would be easier for him to make them brace together. He lets go of one branch to reach for his rope, but it slipped from his one-handed grasp and slapped him straight into the face. ]
OW!
[ Virtual reality, virtual pain. Jesus. ]
DAY 2
ambush
[ Carl dodges and hid behind a large oak tree. He peeks out and sees three soldiers coming at the camp.
He has never felt so alive until now.
Glancing around him, trying to see if there are any more soldiers around him, he ducks down to a bush and allows the soldiers to run past him. When far enough, he runs out of the bushes and pulls out his pistol, shooting at the soldiers in the back, watching them fall. He quickly runs to the bodies, grabbing their rifles and ammo. He has to loot the bodies before he can go back to camp. ]
last stand
[ Carl manages to return to the camp, with some loot he grabbed from the soldiers he's killed and some hidden in the bushes. He practically leaped inside the make-shift shelter. ]
Here.
[ He starts to unpack his bag - namely, he opens it and tilts it upside down - ammunition and other supplies comes tumbling down, as he starts to shrug off a few rifles he manages to take from the Russians. ]
trainee - open to both monitors and trainees
Hunting
[ It almost feels like home.
Almost, except for the god-awful bone chill. Carl prays to never be further north from Virginia back home, if he could actually pray. But he doesn't, so he hopes that it won't be the case.
With his enhanced eyesight and his ease with the gun, Carl is one of the best people on the hunting assignment. However, he prefers to have a rifle than a handgun for deer hunting, but he'll take what he can. He looks at the slowly growing camp. ]
Going out to get some food. Any one who's free to join me can come with.
Building shelter
[ Carl is trying his best to tie the branches together. He even cut little groves into them so it would be easier for him to make them brace together. He lets go of one branch to reach for his rope, but it slipped from his one-handed grasp and slapped him straight into the face. ]
OW!
[ Virtual reality, virtual pain. Jesus. ]
DAY 2
ambush
[ Carl dodges and hid behind a large oak tree. He peeks out and sees three soldiers coming at the camp.
He has never felt so alive until now.
Glancing around him, trying to see if there are any more soldiers around him, he ducks down to a bush and allows the soldiers to run past him. When far enough, he runs out of the bushes and pulls out his pistol, shooting at the soldiers in the back, watching them fall. He quickly runs to the bodies, grabbing their rifles and ammo. He has to loot the bodies before he can go back to camp. ]
last stand
[ Carl manages to return to the camp, with some loot he grabbed from the soldiers he's killed and some hidden in the bushes. He practically leaped inside the make-shift shelter. ]
Here.
[ He starts to unpack his bag - namely, he opens it and tilts it upside down - ammunition and other supplies comes tumbling down, as he starts to shrug off a few rifles he manages to take from the Russians. ]
I got some stuff here.