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About Me: If you have to ask, then the answer is no. Life is short, and if i have to explain it, then it isn't worth explaining.Name: Ian [unless otherwise stated] Age: 24 Sex: Male Occupation: Does odd 'jobs' [depends on the situation] Location: California [subject to change] Nationality: Mixed [depends on the situation] My Survival Plan: First , I would find the nearest airport, drive in through the back onto the tarmac, break into the private hangers until I find a chopper. Then I would fly the chopper {yes I can fly a helicopter} up north, picking up my friends on the way. Then after I picked up the last guy, I fly to the nearest army base, steal a Seaknight, then fly to Greenland. There me and my friends would wait out the end of the world. After about two years we return, heavily armed, and start rebuilding society. We were boys once, then men, then we were soldiers, and now we are but shells of men, trapped forever in our own skin, made to remember the horrible acts and atrocities that we committed. ~ Ian
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