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ofwrcth replied to your post: Choose between killing Joseph Seed or John Seed?

Hudson is just: “if i have two bullets i’ll use both to blast John’s brain thank u very much”

❝ if i had a gun with two bullets and i was in a room with hitler, bin laden, and john seed, I would shoot john twice. ❞

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@ofwrcth // sc

There’s fire in his lungs, burning, burning and tearing apart every rational thought striking through his mind. Warmth pools down from his brow, staining his short hair CRIMSON.. The helicopter crashed thanks to one DEDICATED cultist throwing themselves into the helicopter’s blades to stop them from taking their FATHER away. Only now, the sheriff and other deputies had been pulled screaming and fighting from their seats, leaving only two of them behind.

Himself and Mercy.

Burke had escaped the helicopter first, fleeing into the trees without so much as TRYING to help either of them get out. Now, it was only them and the FLAMES now. Alder continued to thrash in his seat, nails scrabbling at the seatbelt keeping him suspended upside down. Mercy was doing no better. They just weren’t BUDGING. Outside the copter, the pegges laughed at their misfortune, praying to JOSEPH that Hell return to the flames from which they came.

And then? Then? A MIRACLE.

His seatbelt SNAPS, dropping Alder to the cold metal roof. He lands heavily, groaning at the sudden and quick drop. But the deputy doesn’t waste any time, hurriedly ripping his knife out of its holster (now that he could actually get it OUT) and sliving through the woman’s own belt. He helps break her short fall, grabbing her wrist and hauling her out of the helicopter’s remains. They weren’t allowed and RESPITE though. The cultists noticed quite quickly that they had escaped.

“Time to go!”

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@ofwrcth // sc.

He was non-violent—there was a part of him that felt like something was off about that fact, but the reality of the situation remained that he was unarmed. An extra hand, a disciple awaiting direction, and seeing her in the same room made it hard to fall back into the numbing effects of the Bliss. An awareness of her, of her destruction from what he'd been hearing during lucid moments, and Mark wasn't sure what he was to do once her gaze met his. He blinked—once, twice, a lack of connection between the numbness and the lucid part of him making it difficult to piece together what was happening.

“...Are you going to kill me?” There was no fear, no shock, in his tone--it was just a question. He saw the bodies.

#ofwrcth #▹ UNDETERMINED.#[I'm taking liberties with how lucid he'd be at this point but for the sake of keeping a thread past two replies--]

‘ Our ways are not your ways. ‘ >:(

“YA GOT that right. The lot of ya are fuckin’ PUSSIES.”

He waves a dismissive hand at her, turning away and pulling his hood over his head once again. There’d only been a few run in with her before but he hasn’t the patience to deal with this VINDICTIVE nature of hers no matter what the circumstances might be.

Never the less he can HARDLY blame her. HOPE COUNTY made monsters out of them all. Not the least of which happened to be himself for CERTAIN but after a moment’s notice he SIGHS heavily waving off the bitterness in favor of a DRY response. They’re not keen on ‘OUTSIDERS’, he can hardly disagree but he’s not about to pretend that he wants to be here ANYWAY.

“Yeah? Yer so fuckin’ pissed? YER DAMN RIGHT my ways ain’t yer ways. YER WAYS fuckin’ suck. Ya been kidnapped and this damn resistance is droppin’ like flies. You people are fuckin’ MORONS. Ya wanna deal with a problem? Ya go t’the head a th’fuckin’ SNAKE, not t’tail. So how’s ‘bout ya DIAL BACK th’fuckin’ ‘tude missy cuz I have dealt with WAY meaner ladies than ya, an’ I had NO PROBLEM strangling th’life outa her, what d’ya think I’ll DO T’YOU?”

He CRACKS his neck, stepping into her space to make it abundantly clear that this EXCHANGE didn’t bode well for their interactions moving forward.

“Now I couldn’t give LESS of a fuck what happens t’you, or this fuckin’ COUNTY, but so help me god ya step in my way again an’ it’ll be th’LAST time ya can step ANYWHERE ya hear me? I ain’t sayin’ ya don’ have a TON a shit on yer hands but I AM not th’enemy ya wanna make. Of that I CAN PROMISE ya.”

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ofwrcth replied to your post: ok! i still owe one starter ( i might just wing...

When u think u actually catch up but i’m here to SpAm uR AsK BOX THANKS

ADSAFDGHDFGJ GOOD LUCK ON HITTING ASK LIMIT

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“This is peaceful, actually. It’s quite nice.” It might come off as though they hadn’t truly known an ounce of contentment, or as if they hadn’t fished with someone before. Dad time was always the most peaceful time, even if Bronte couldn’t catch anything for shit.

Bronte watched Cheeseburger wade into the deeper parts of the river; Boomer is snoozing by their side, or at least just chilling out; Peaches is... where is Peaches?

“Hey Merc,” because ‘Mercy’ is a misnomer, even if it’s her actual fuckin’ name, so, uh, ‘Merc’ with a hard ‘C’ it is, “where’d Peaches slink off to?” Bronte sets their fishing rod down steady and swivels their head around, just in case the cougar is planning ‘play time’, which really means ‘sneak attack’. “She was here a minute ago?”

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ofwrcth replied to your post: okay. i’m determined to...

@moonlit-theft let the crack liVe on

i was cooking gyoza during that crack and ended up so distracted i ruined the gyoza shells !! that’s how much i love u all and was entertained by the posting i s2g.

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