-- Just the Scapegoat.
The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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9th May at 5:31 am

Clean your blog they said, do productive things they said.



kittybuscuit:

What if i told you i really like immortals dayz survive series

>u> IM BACK! 



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6th November at 6:42 pm
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cometkins:

Oops another thumbnaaaail for Aleks’s DayZ
Still one of the very first ones that I made… I’ve been liking my newer ones more heh.

cometkins:

Oops another thumbnaaaail for Aleks’s DayZ

Still one of the very first ones that I made… I’ve been liking my newer ones more heh.



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5th November at 8:28 pm

Anonymous whispered:

"Your friends are dead. Every single one of them, they're all gone."

He doesn’t say anything at first to these preposterous ideas that the grey one spews at him. But the minute they tell him that they’re actually gone, he doesn’t know what to do. He slides down against the wall in his shelter, holding back the bitten screams. He can’t take it if they’re gone — he worked so hard to protect them, and if they’re actually dead? All of that work wasted on no one, on people who he would never see again.

He just hoped that however or whoever killed them, there was enough sense to put them down for good, so that they too, wouldn’t come back as walkers. Part of Aleks told him that they couldn’t be dead but he just… couldn’t help but to believe the grey one, the ones who seemed to know so much, almost too much.



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4th November at 7:28 pm
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cookies-nhamie:

random sketchydoddle :3

cookies-nhamie:

random sketchydoddle :3



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4th November at 7:28 pm
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itsseamus:

when someone you don’t like talks to you

itsseamus:

when someone you don’t like talks to you



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31st October at 12:24 am
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Stop. Listen. Repeat.

The silence was the most unsettling part, there was never silence, and if there was, it meant trouble. Silence always meant trouble because sometimes, it meant there was something larger coming, something terrible. Something that could potentially kill a man and maybe even make him the source of so much grief. He refused to let that type of thing happen to him, which meant paying full attention to his surroundings. Not paying attention had been the reason that so many of the people he had met on his travels and clearing the ways had been killed. He could only blame them at first but then realized it too, had been his fault.

Thick woods weren’t the best of hiding places as hordes would leave stragglers in them when they passed through and caught unsuspecting victims in their nest. He’d found plenty of them but so far, not a lot of them out here. And that part unsettled Aleks the most. It meant there had to be one coming or that someone had to have been out here before. He had no idea where here exactly was but where here was, it made him uneasy and caused his stomach to churn. Now wasn’t the time to be getting sick, now was the time to keep moving. Aleks’ first goal was to find shelter, or more specifically, to find food. His rations had run low two days ago and today, he’d finally hit the bottom of the pot.

He needed to find something right now or be forced to be out after dark. However, with the way things were going, there was no possible way that he’d find anything. These woods were far too dense and far too out in the middle of nowhere for there to be someone who could live out here. He just had to hope though, it seemed, that there would be something that struck him, whether it be another survivor or a hunter’s trap. Right now, Aleks would even settle for getting gritty and hunting his own meat. This wasn’t an unusual thing for him to do, he just happened to be very picky about what he caught and ate in the event that the animal was sick.

He stopped though, seeing a deer not very far off, turning his head in all directions to check for zombies. None for now. Good, he could possibly snag this thing and live for at least a few days off of it’s meat if he made it back to the safety of his outpost in time. With his rifle now in his hands, he gave the area a one last glance over before preparing to take the shot. Just as he were about to fire, a rustling near him scared the deer and caused it to take off. Aleks growled under his breath, still preparing his shot, unsure if it were a zombie or an actual person.



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30th October at 11:27 pm
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I should’ve sent that to Levi, fuck.



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30th October at 2:08 am
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theminiheichou whispered:

"then i am dumb [is eaten by zeds]"

I—

Damn dude. Reminds me of Eren’s mom.



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30th October at 2:06 am
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