Kind of showed up a little late, didn't find out it was a fucking train heist till we jumped onto the train. Which was fucking hilarious for me. Not so much Neil but who cares. The train jump was cool, then being on the train, slowly crawling through each car and scaling and such was fun. Still...
Name:
Neil P. Carson
Age:
26
A bit about yourself:
Uh... well I'm a farmhand from Arizona. The farm's my dad's. I'm the youngest out of all my brothers. So I'm good with my hands and I got a green thumb. I like to bird watch... even got a pair of binoculars for it. I don't exactly know what...
probably dont need saying, but uh... yeah, with Ed dead, Mama Westgrin aint needed so much... maybe later on i guess as another arrival but i think for now... maybe not right now.
You could have asked OOCly. It wouldn't have been the first time that me and the opposing side have thrown ideas around together but because you guys never bothered and assumed I wouldn't react in any other way than ratting. Also I had no reason to not rat when all I received was empty threats...
Alright I'm done responding to anything about the roleplay specifically. Arguing about it isn't gonna get me nowhere other than another fifty paragraphs. I'm just gonna give something I should have a long time ago and that's two things. My best and why I know that this PK is invalid.
I know...
Just gonna leave another note that I am still writing about a bunch of shit. And it keeps getting layered on by others. Just saying it out loud so people are aware. I swear I'm gonna get a grey hair from this.
If you no longer care to defend yourself, if you no longer care to read what I have to say, if you no longer care to put thought into the situation. Then why do you care about replying just to say this? I feel like this should go without saying, but of course you think you're justified in this...
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