"I don't have a friggin' wishlist," I mutter, wondering if maybe that's the reason for the island choosing to dump something as useless as all this on my doorstop. It ain't like I've never had wishlists before, even on the island itself. Got myself some guns last year that have come in damn handy, even if mostly for hunting, instead of the defending I completely expected to do. Then again, what else is there that I'd expect? Even hope to find here? Other than making sure I can protect myself when need be, I ain't got wishes or hopes high in the air like that. "But I got guns last year. Hell, all the island has to do is give me more guns every year and I'd be happy as a clam."
Knowing that I'll probably have to get on with it sooner or later, I start trying to figure out where exactly I'm supposed to start taking all of this down. Fingers prying through plastic and all.
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Date: 2012-02-01 07:59 am (UTC)Knowing that I'll probably have to get on with it sooner or later, I start trying to figure out where exactly I'm supposed to start taking all of this down. Fingers prying through plastic and all.