UHHHHH RP STARTER I GUESS??? IDFK???
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Yep. Still a destroyed mess. Lovely.
He stared at the now desecrated corpse of what once was the only semblance of a home he had, sighing as the only things that remained intact that he had left there were some bottles of marshmallow bourbon, and …
Yep. That was it. His snacks that he had scrounged up had been demolished, his MREs were pretty much nonexistent, and his …
His fucking sleeping bag too? Come on man …
He sighed, and kicked the ruined base in anger.
“Can’t have no good shit in my fucking life …”
At least his filming equipment and his logs were safe. If they were broken or ruined? He would just straight up …
… Maybe a drink wouldn’t- yeah no, he was going to chug at least half the bottle right then and there if nobody stopped him. He sat in the snow, leaned against a tree, knees almost tucked to his chest as he gulped down his troubles with the sweet yet strong mallow-bourbon. Bottles up all his problems, by opening up a different bottle.
Will anyone come to help him out? Or even talk to him? Or will he be left to drink his troubles away?