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[Voice]
[Yaaaawn, just woke up from a long lie in]
I could really go for some fags. Why can't you get any fucking fags in Sheol? Some-bo-dy buy me cig-a-rettes.
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[Voice]
FUCK YES!
Hey, hey, hey, guys, guess what I found! A fuckin' six-pack of beer!
...well, it's a four-pack now.
Anyone else got alcohol? If you do, hi, I'm Woody and I'm your new best mate. Let's get pissed!
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(Untitled)
Who: Woody, Hiruma, Cuthbert and Joshua
When: The afternoon of the 3rd
Where: At Bert's firing range on the edge of the village
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Two people who never stop swearing, guns, bickering
Summary: Woody is bored,so he's meeting his friends (and casual acquaintances) for a shooting session at the firing range.
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[Voice]
Christ, this place is boring.
Look guys, I'm seriously fuckin' dying of boredom here. Not that that Fair Day and Ti-froy-pom-ti-pom thing dun't sound sterling, but I'm bored now.
Anyone want to go jack Bert's firing range and shoot shit? You up for it, Hiruma? Bert? Josh? Anybody?
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[Voice]
Hey guys.
If you don't know me, I'm Woody. Whatever Cuthbert might tell you, I am neither a potato or a bullet. Yeah?
Awreet. So, down to business. Point is, last few weeks have been fuckin' shite. Everyone needs cheerin' up, right, have a bit of a laugh, kick back. So...[He counts on his fingers]...we've got no alcohol, no dope, no fags, no record ( Read more... ) -
[Voice]
[Woody is sitting against the wall, staring at nothing, flinching every few seconds. The visions the Reaper sent took their toll very quickly]
N-no...stop it...FUCK IT! DON'T JUST FUCKING STAND THERE! STOP THEM! WHY WON'T YOU...!
[He starts to cry in deep, racking sobs]
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[Voice]
[Woody is sitting limply in front of his crow, in nothing but boxer shorts since he still hasn't bothered to find more clothes.]
Ok, ok, just to solve an argument.
Who here thinks coming from the North of England is a decent explanation why I can't handle this fucking heat?
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[Voice]
So is this the one time a month I have to stay inside? Whoop-de-friggin'-do.
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[Voice]
So I just talk to the crow? This is dead weird.
Hi. I've...never been here before in me life. Name's Woody.
So this guy told me I was dead. Is he totally bonkers or is he...telling the truth...?
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[Accidental voice]
[The crow flaps onto a branch near a tall skinhead, who is walking through the forest aimlessly]
...and I've already been here, and I've already seen that tree and that's my fucking badge. Bloody hell, does this bloody forest ever actually end?
[Woody gives the nearest tree a hard kick with his steel-toecapped boots, yelling in frustration. The bird ( Read more... )