Discussion in 'Camp Wordforge' started by Paladin, Jul 1, 2016.
I'm mining some gold in California; once I've gotten my fill, I'm out.
Day 616 of the Gunpocalypse. I figure once I'm done prospectin' in California and leave the state, I'll turn my ambitions on more steady employment. Possibly something in the transportation industry, such as a hostler or livery keeper. Or possibly something in the tech industry, such as a telegram boy. Either route will surely earn me several dollars per week.
Day 962. My worst fears have come true. After 8 years of wetting my panties over that nigg Obummer never once promising to ban bumpstocks, even though we all knew he really would. Even though he didn't. My worst fears have come true. Trump has.
Now how will I help genocide children in cages?
I guess I'll have to keep mining gold. Even though I've been beaten to it by like 170 years.
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