09-14-2018, 04:04 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify"]markov had no clue what he was doing. he had always followed the herd, doing as he was told, but now he was in charge. yes, it was stressful.. but it felt nice to not constantly be under a boot. he was taking a nice break from scavenging, which had been his passtime for the past week. as he sat in the common room of the lodge, he cleaned his gun (named "elsa"), taking each part off and polishing each one precisely as he muttered to himself in russian. "To, chto on prinosit k stolu, eto khleb i vino." he mumbled to a little tune, heaving a sigh.
/translation: what he brings to the table is bread and wine.
/translation: what he brings to the table is bread and wine.
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AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT
I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS