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Post by Katherine on Apr 15, 2014 12:49:40 GMT
Hi, my name is Mary but most people call me Mouse. I know most of you probably have better things to do than listen to me but I wanted to tell you about an idea I had. It isn't probably very good but I want to write a book called the Rebuilder's Guide. It would be a collection of stories and information gathered from our experiences and would help other people like us survive. Maybe it would even be our legacy here at Charlie's Junkyard if something bad happens and we don't make it.
I was thinking the format of the book could go something like this:
I. Introduction II. About Pleasant Hills a. Charlie's Junkyard b. The Wastes c. People of Interest III. Rules for Survival IV. Knowledge a. Chemistry b. Demolitions c. Electronics d. Engineering e. Injections f. Medical g. Surgery h. Traps V. History/Rumors a. Stories and Lore b. Rumors c. Messages People Want to Leave
I don't know.. it probably isn't a good idea but if you want to help you can and if something happened to me if somebody could continue the book.. well that would be nice too.
MOUSE
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Post by Pleasant Hills on Nov 27, 2014 8:37:58 GMT
Well shoot Child! You come by the junkyard and I'll talk yer ear off about all sorts of stuff!
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Post by Katherine on Jan 17, 2015 0:08:18 GMT
I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you speak up. Don't be mad.. Of course I will stop by some time. Do you have time now? If not that's okay too..
MOUSE
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Post by Pleasant Hills on Jan 21, 2015 2:13:47 GMT
Course I got some child! Whatya wanna know? You hungry? I'll have babygirl make us some spam!
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Post by Katherine on Jan 21, 2015 22:25:06 GMT
If you don't mind me asking, how did you get the name Junkyard Charlie? And how long have you been in the area?
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Post by Pleasant Hills on Jan 23, 2015 6:05:50 GMT
"Well now Charles Montgomery Fontleroy was the name my mama gave me, God rest her soul. 'Junkyard Charlie' was what folks started calling me on account that I live in a junkyard and my income is based off of all sorts of scrap. When folks hear the word scrap they usually just associate it with items of the metal persuasion. I deal in more than sheet metal and car parts! Medical supplies, scrap electronics, broken appliances that just need some lovin care, you can find them all in my shop!
Where was I? Oh yes! My mama and my daddy lived here in these parts afore the Day of the Clouds. Daddy said I blessed them with my presence twenty-some years later. Mama was fixin to have another chitlen but both her and my sister died during the birth. A little later on my daddy died from some nasty infection on account that there wasn't many folks round this part that were good at mending folks. I reckon that woulda been roundabouts thirty or so years ago.
I got to doing well fer myself as a wandering junk trader and met the most wonderful woman ever. Fer some damn fool reason she decided to marry me and we settled back at my parent's homestead and opened up shop. Course it aint what most folk would consider a shop, you just come knock on my door and say you're gonna look around, once you find what you're needing just come on back with yer caps. A nice glass of tea always gets you a discount mind you!
So anyway, Martha Ann gave me four chitlens before she passed, my wonderful babygirl Ann Marie and my three idiot sons.
Hope that answered yer question! Anything else you wanna know? How bout some iced tea?
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Post by Katherine on Jan 23, 2015 18:15:08 GMT
"No, thank you. So how have you survived the wastes?"
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Post by Pleasant Hills on Jan 24, 2015 6:12:03 GMT
"Well if I told you my secret to survival I'd have to kill ya! HAHAHA! No I'm just playing with ya. The fact is my shotgun has saved my life more times than once. You gotta find a group of folks that you know you can trust to have yer back. Sure there's plenty of monsters, and bandits and ghouls out there, but the really dangerous individuals are the ones that will drink tea with you and then put a knife in yer back. However ya gotta be cautious but not too cautious. People who stick their necks out every once in a while tend to reap the benefits.
It's a good idea to make yerself useful by picking up some sort of trade or needed skill. That way folks would rather keep ya around instead of putting a pillow over yer face and popping off a few rounds in yer sleep.
Say, you got some tools with ya there? I got this here contraption that could use a fixin."
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Post by Katherine on Jan 24, 2015 6:31:01 GMT
"Yeah.. I am okay at fixing things. But not too good. .. I mean I just don't want to sound like I am bragging. Because I am not. There are other people I am sure are better than me."
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Post by Pleasant Hills on Jan 24, 2015 6:53:35 GMT
"Well shoot child yer the only one that's come round these parts for a while. You might as well give it a shot, don't reckon you can break it any more than it is.
What else ya need ta know fer yer readin book?"
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Post by Katherine on Jan 24, 2015 7:28:02 GMT
"Well, I guess I could try..
Oh, are there any landmarks near by other than your junkyard?"
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Post by Pleasant Hills on Jan 24, 2015 8:22:39 GMT
"Hmm... Well that's a pretty good question. Ya see out here in the wastes there aint much of anything. Settlements get created and afore ya know it everyone's dead or gone missing. There is the town of Ashland up North, take a person the better part of a day to walk there. They got lawmen up there but I reckon slavers are the real ones in charge. There's some folks called the Freetraders that do business there, they deal in higher quality items. If you ever come across one of them don't get any ideas about jacking them for their wares, I hear word that they're all synced up or somethin and know when one goes offline.
Down South a bit there's a network of tunnels that'll lead ya to the springs. Over the years folks have tried setting up pipes to get the water up and running for easier access but they usually give up. Sure would be nice to not have to walk so far to get a drink of good water. Then over East aways ya got a handful of farms. Nice folk who come in every so often fer supplies. Little ways past those farms is an outpost for the Republic of Carolina, gotta say they're a lot nicer than those Northern Enclave jerks. Then waaay out West ya got them Lakota, bunch of folk who decided to get back to the grass roots of things and really live off the land. Fella calling himself Chief Roaring Bear calls the shots round those parts.
Course ya got Tassy who just sat up a shop down the way. She's a bit of an odd one but if yer lookin for a lice-free bed and some grub I'd look her up. Bunch of the locals gather round there fer drinks and a game of cards. Til Tassy can figure out how to make decent tea though I aint got much reason to go."
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Post by ttegley on Jan 30, 2015 9:00:53 GMT
We gots info, if you gits got caps. I tell ya all bout whatchever you wanna know. Even tell ya which eye is best eye.
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Post by Pleasant Hills on Feb 17, 2015 5:25:07 GMT
"That weird lookin feller has a point! Keep yer eye protection on. Dunno what caused it but the sun shines brighter these days and it's best you keep yer eyes covered!"
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Post by ttegley on Feb 17, 2015 6:47:03 GMT
"Great Eye jealous of other eyes, burn out other eyes to remain greatest eye. Once pretty-man Great Eye smitten with. Pretty-man meet girl, find her eyes most beautiful of any he see. Great Eye hurt, becomes anger, and Great Eye turn gaze upon pretty-man, girl, and land. Great Eye gaze burn all it sees, so must hide eye from jealousy of Great Eye."
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