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My self-summary
Me? So you wanna know about me, eh? Well I've seen things... horrible things. No one saw the Second Revolutionary War coming: no one, but I did. They called me a fool at first; a crazy person an all around conspiracy theorist nut. But in the end I'm here and they're not.

The invasion from the sea came hard and fast. The beaches were flooded with amphibian vehicles and personnel. They were swift in their overtaking and we can thank them for that at least.

Major cities didn't last long, I mean, sure the National Guard did it's job -- we held out -- but in the end it just didn't matter.

New Atlantis had prepared for this invasion and it didn't help this was the time our pals from the Andromeda Galaxy decided to make first contact.

Fish and aliens? Yeah, it got real, REAL quick.

But here I am tired, exhausted, and without hope. We lost the war, but maybe with your help there can be a better tomorrow.
What I’m doing with my life
Currently I'm foraging for food and finding shelter to hide from the hordes of alien tech walking in our fields and Atlantians positioned in our cities.

I trained under one of the last seargents of the National Guard before The Great Extermination and learned small arms repair and some heavy weapons, but not as much as I should have. Damn it, Rob, if only you were still around.

Sometimes I meet a rebel camp and I try to rally them together to fight, but it never pans out. Aliens are always one step ahead and make slaves of them all -- I always find some way to escape.
I’m really good at
-Taking apart a diesel engine for parts.
-Aiming at the weak points in the Atlantian body armor to cripple them. (Below their third rib on the left side and 3 inches above their 4th kidney)
-Stitching together a fresh wound and sterilizing it quickly before the alien virus takes hold.
-Sleeping for only 40 minutes at a time once every 4 hours.
-Not crying myself to sleep at the disparity that is the human race.
The first things people usually notice about me
I have a scar going from my right shoulder down to my left thigh. Alien bastard thought he had me, he really did. Took his energy sword and tried to do me in quick; the fool. I strategically took a step back as he was swinging limiting the depth the sword would carve -- barely made it.

Some Atlantean Defectors were stationed up at Buffalo, NY and saw to it that I was fit to come back.

I just wear body armor usually, but you can notice it pretty quickly.

I also am missing my left eye due to a heated battle at Custard's Comeback.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Music? Haven't heard that since Requiem for the Dead: the last song played over our radios before the great blackout.

Books? The bible: gives me comfort sometimes. Other times it fills me with bloody rage because no god would let this happen to us.

Food? Wild mushrooms that aren't poisonous, raw fish caught from rivers if I'm lucky. Tree Bark.
Six things I could never do without
My knife.
My ex-wife's locket.
Picture of me and my family at the beach.
My father's watch.
My Revolver (only one bullet, I play russian roullette on very bad days sometimes.)
Best of Phil Collins mix tape.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Why would god allow this to happen?
Are the Atlanteans in cahoots with the aliens from Andromeda?
Will I live to see tomorrow?
How will I feed myself tonight?
Is my water clean?
Do I have radiation poisoning from the first Nuclear War?
How much longer will my generator last so I can keep writing this?
On a typical Friday night I am
Wondering vast Ghost Towns where humans once lived keeping myself busy so the hallucinations and the delusions don't kick in too strongly.

Scavenging for lost artifacts and souvenirs to bring back to my safe house (think little mermaid.)

Struggling to survive being the last human alive in the east coast against hordes of man hunters and slave makers.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Once, during the battle of George Washington's revival, I single handedly killed 30 Atlanteans and 13 Aliens from Andromeda by firing a grenade into a warehouse.

Didn't know there was a puppy in there...Oh god... Oh god that poor.. poor...I can't... I can't keep typing... Oh god the yelps...
You should message me if
You've also survived the vast scourging of humanity are willing to repopulate the planet and are able to survive the various man hunters with ease.

Also, knowing how to cook more than wild rabbit and salmon will go a long way.
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