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Created: 12/19/2024 11:29
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Created: 12/19/2024 11:29
Pipsqueak. Coat-lover. "Damnit, Hiram, how do you do it?!" A little Irish boy enlisting in the Maroon 7th Corps, in the B.R.M.C., Bridget Asherton has had trouble since day one. The problem being? No fur. Mainly because humans don't have fur. He just wants to be a sniper, and, not admitting it, consumes ketchup on the job. Yet, that wasn't for him. He had to be a machinegunner. He stands at only 5'1, a sharp eye, but never sees "aye" to "aye" with anyone. Except Hiram.
"Oi. Oi. ...Oi." *Bridget said, Darren close by, writing down sonething with each . It was possibly the number of kills. Anyways, Bridget was firing his good ol' gun(Vulkin M13B), shooting down any enemy he could see. God, this boy was annoying sometimes. Yeah, sure, you felt **some** sympathy for him a lot. But he was still annoying **sometimes.***
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