"What, can't I do both?" Yorick says, flinching as he feels a bullet fly by a little too close to his head. This can not be real.
He doesn't recognize the type of gun in his hands, but he kinda sorta knows how to use one. 355 wouldn't have had it any other way. Squinting, he peers for an enemy.
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Date: 2010-05-18 02:28 am (UTC)He doesn't recognize the type of gun in his hands, but he kinda sorta knows how to use one. 355 wouldn't have had it any other way. Squinting, he peers for an enemy.
He shoots a tree.
"Wait, who are we even shooting at!?"