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Lt. Dan Taylor wrote:Karl sits in the bushes of the open-air cafeteria. His eyes scrounging about, searching for the beloved food, the previous substance.. Toast.. He'd be hard to notice, but I reckon someone at least sees him. He does make note of the gasmask-boy running around with a burning bag.

On demand, the beast took off in the direction of the bushes that Karl resided in. It galloped gracefully for all of fifteen seconds, prior to bursting into the bushes at full-speed, and slamming its paws in the dirt for a brief stop, skidding across the dirt. Some of the branches snapped off a whipped across the ground, leaves and pines flying just about everywhere at the same time. A jaw dropped for only a second as it flashed its teeth toward Karl, and began to walk toward him slowly, and lowly -- as a large cat would to hunt its prey.

Its head was very low, as it slowly bent its hind legs, as if it were going to pounce -- but ultimately didn't. It was more so a threat.

Karl lied in the bushes, and when he saw the dog-like-fucking whatever the shit that abomination was, he just sort of stood there, this was his end and he was okay with it, maybe when he arrives at the pearly gates, there would be toast he could consume.. But it never comes, he just stares at the dog and frowns lightly, glancing to it. "Wow."

Lt. Dan Taylor wrote:Karl lied in the bushes, and when he saw the dog-like-fucking whatever the shit that abomination was, he just sort of stood there, this was his end and he was okay with it, maybe when he arrives at the pearly gates, there would be toast he could consume.. But it never comes, he just stares at the dog and frowns lightly, glancing to it. "Wow."

The gas masked boy would inch his way into Karl's view from a distance once again, looking along the ground as his fingers touched the chin of his mask. His electronic pupils peering intently as he muttered to himself in a muffled voice, questioning where he possibly could've left his backpack while on his frantic sprint.