Post number #902381, ID: d2b8b6
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>Many of those who come by the Flooded District, rarely ever choose to. Almost practically cut off from the rest of the city, this OSHA Violation, mystery, man-made radioactive swamp was the most feared and avoided part of the city.
>Yet, for some reason, there was a vehicle parked just nearby it, billowing with smoke from the engine. Not quite on fire, but definitely incapable of moving.
"Like, son of a bitch!"
"Rey, calm down. Rit could be worse."
Post number #902382, ID: d2b8b6
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"Don, we're, like literally in The fuckin' Twilight Zone man. Again."
>Upon view, one could see two figures standing around the van. One was this incredibly lanky scruffy brunette, wearing a ragged black hoodie with jean bell-bottoms.
>His canine companion, was the bizarre brown Great Dane, wearing a blue beanie, and one navy blazer, standing next to him, one paw, up on the van, sporting a somewhat smile.
"Rasey, re raven't seen ranything in the Flooded District, rever."
Post number #902397, ID: 4c6c23
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"Like, sure, but what if this is the one!" >SLAM! "FUCK!" >Leaning outside of the now open Service window, was a very apologetic woman. She has a teal pixie hair-cut, a beautiful blue patterned poncho and glasses. "Sorry, Case! Is the Truck okay to move, or are we stuck?"
Post number #902398, ID: 4c6c23
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"Rits fine re just gotta call a tow truck."
"I don't think anybody is gonna come by at this time of night guys."
>The woman, goes to head out of the truck, and join the gang, as she waves some of the smoke out of her face, coughing a few times.
"We'd probably just be better off parking for the night, and waiting till sunrise."
Post number #902399, ID: 4c6c23
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"Gee, Nerris, like what a great idea. Let's hang at the spooky lake till morning, and serve up the amalgamations and momsters soup!"
>Casey throws his hands up in the air as he heads into the back of the truck to cook somethin' up to calm his nerves.
"Honey, relax. Can you pass the chairs and tables so I can set 'em up out here?"
Post number #902400, ID: 4c6c23
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>Casey still pouting obliges, and quickly hands the pop-up chairs and tables through the service window to Nerris. Nobody seems confident about the night, but at least they can get comfortable with it.
>Besides, who knows, they might just get a unsuspecting customer or two.
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| >Many of those who come by the Flooded District, rarely ever choose to. Almost practically cut off from the rest of the city, this OSHA Violation, mystery, man-made radioactive swamp was the most feared and avoided part of the city.
>Yet, for some reason, there was a vehicle parked just nearby it, billowing with smoke from the engine. Not quite on fire, but definitely incapable of moving.
"Like, son of a bitch!"
"Rey, calm down. Rit could be worse."