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May. 20th, 2010 05:52 am[Covering an uncovered sector of the town, Smoker is soaked from the rain, but his cigars are still smoldering. The only time he stops slaughtering butterflies is to relight the cigars, making sure to light one of the little things on fire in the process. He's a bit shook up about Ash try very and this is making him pretty snappish. Anyone who doesn't look like they can deal with flesh-eating butterflies is likely to get yelled at to get their ass back indoors. During one of the cigar-lighting pauses, he kicks open the journal to yell out a message.]
If you need oxygen to breathe, stay away from the forest by the barracks.
[And anyone who braves that area will be completely surrounded by a very thick white haze of smoke as well as the occasional grab of weapons to stab butterflies. He's in a mood.]
If you need oxygen to breathe, stay away from the forest by the barracks.
[And anyone who braves that area will be completely surrounded by a very thick white haze of smoke as well as the occasional grab of weapons to stab butterflies. He's in a mood.]
