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Age: 19
Ign: ReanimatedBit
Tell us about yourself: I like to dig, mine and pretty much do anything underground. I have been playing MC for around 2 or 1 1/2 years, mainly played singleplayer but have been apart of one or two servers before I took a break from MC for a couple months. Building wise I am not...great but I can build simple things. As for mining I think I am good but then agian how can you be bad at it? Fighting, I preffer not to since my gaming comp. is currently dead and even when it is fixed I preffer to help rather then hurt.
Enjoy the server/Does it look fun: Yes
Will you consider donating? Any more donator perks you would like?: Possibly
Anything that needs clarification?: Nope
Do you understand how the server works?: Yep

[[ I have been working / doing other things. ]]

James continues to peer down the hallway till hearing the voice " Is that the idiot who shot the gun in the air? " Jame Shuts the door and proceeds to walk over to the window where he has so many times peered out of. He looks in the direction of which the voice came from. I sigh and look around for more "runners" that might be running around...get it...running around?

[[ is he speaking to me? ]]

James scratches his head and looks at them like a person would look at a corpse that just started running around...how specific. Well James grabs Gloria and sighs " Well Gloria old girl...it seems that you might have to take a couple men out tonight, but if i catch you sleeping with one of them I am going to throw you right back into the river like I did Danny...got that? " Gloria said nothing since she is a bat and bats cannot talk. Well after slowly getting away from the window James began to take apart of the barricade on the door before peeking out into the hallway for any people/walkers/runners/what ever the ­ else might be in this hell hole of city.

James slowly wakes up and leans up as he gives a slight yawn, he looks over at Gloria who is still valiantly at her post. He smiles slightly and walks over to his trusty bat, he pokes his head out the window and looks around to what is going on out (( I will let creeper decide what I see.))

[[ If you want me to be honest with you, your style of righting is odd to me at least You are very short with your sentences and you generally move to fast with how things go. Try putting some detail into your sentences and statements, and do not make your character o.p as hell because then it is just annoying to read that your guy some how did all this, found this stuff and then managed to kill one hundred walkers without a scratch. Hell not everything you do has to be super important ­ James *me* has been sitting in a room on the second story of a building just eating snack foods and humming/whistling to himself. Also righting in the first person is ok when talking but it makes it easier to understand using third person for what you are doing. Because so far...I have never seen you use your characters name in your posts. Just try and give more detail and do things a your character would do...and for the love of god do not asspull things from thin air, do not explode cars for no reason and generally just try to keep it realistic...but I am not the one to comment on all this so take what I say as an opinion. While what creeper says is pretty much fact here. ]]

James reach's into his satchel again and pulls out a small blanket, he lays it on the floor and sighs slightly as he lays down on it trys to fall asleep.

[[ I wouldn't say I know much about cars but...that wouldn't do anything. It will mess the engine up but a full blown explosion is impossible less someone for some ungodly reason strapped a bomb to the car...and why was the car ticking and then explode, did it have a cartoony bomb stuck to it? ]]

[[ why the hell did the car explode? ]]

James smiles as he takes a bite out of the snowball, he thinks of the good times before the zombified sh%$ hit the gloriously over sized fan known as life. After devouring the poor helpless snowball James rubs his hands together and sighs contently as he whistles the tune " a'int that a kick in the head " to himself while his fire casts light in all directions inside the room he is in which can be faintly seen outside along with the partial shadow of his hat.
[[ ]]

James shrugs as he walks back to his little fire...the walkers walk by since they have no reason to go inside the building since James is making no noise. So that weird mute just wasted a bullet, well while the small horde walks on by James opens his little satchel and takes out a box of snow balls. He then pulls out a stick...why he carries a stick is a mystery seeing as how they are every where, but it is James so maybe it is a "special" stick. Well James sticks the snowball on the stick and begins to roast it over the fire before lightly saying to himself " Why the f%$& do I keep cooking these sweets? "

[[ You need to realise I work for a living lol, and I am mostly working at night so I sleep during the day. ]]

James grabs Gloria and narrows his eyes at the door he has barricaded, he side steps till next to the door and begins to wait...and wait...and wait.

[[ Ok am I the only one that is not doing stuff like getting "dead ringers" and some how finding adrenaline shots everywhere like this is lf4d? ]]

James gets a weird look on his face..he looks left, then right, then up and then down. then over to Gloria who is still at her "post", James stands up and walks over to the window, he slightly leans out resting on hand on the windowsill and one on Gloria, he then looks around for who the hell just spoke to him.

James continues to pay no mind to the things going on outside his little hide out. Being on the second floor he has no worries of a walker stumbling through the window...unless they some how learned to climb. Well as he continues to play some music in his head he hears a sort of "skip" looking around and seeing nothing he shrugs and begins to continue where he left off. Gloria is still resting agienst the windowsill and James believes that "she is watching the road."