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<blockquote data-quote="PeterJames0510" data-source="post: 75572133" data-attributes="member: 416739"><p>Looking at his pickup truck, he decided he probably had enough materials. He had long ago allowed loneliness to be his friend, he had long ago realized that if he wanted to maintain both a livelihood and distance, he would need to sell his wares in town. He of course didn't really do the selling, he would just go to the local vendors and be their suppliers. So very many things; trees; fur; hunting gear or bullets he had made; food items. Of course, he still needed groceries and supplies.</p><p></p><p>Speaking of supplies, he'd better go to town now so the food items would not spoil and become unsellable. Ice only lasted for so long.</p><p></p><p>The trouble with Peter was that he had a longing hole in his heart that he allowed to be buried in the ground long ago. After the accident, he swore he would never go out on a boat again or watch anyone else go out on a boat. No, he wouldn't think about it.</p><p></p><p>Christmas eve. Rats, he thought to himself. There'd be holiday parties and people trying to get him to wear those funny red hats. As he put on his coat (the weather wasn't horribly cold), he also realized that maybe there would be vendors that were closed. It was no matter, though. There were always people doing last minute shopping. Town was only a few miles away and most of the vendors would close by noon. He could get his shopping done, hopefully with minimal interference. </p><p></p><p>Peter drove the truck forward, leaving behind his log cabin and started down the road to town. He hardly had any neighbors, though he had to always look at that ugly big <a href="https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.10634447.8812/fposter,small,wall_texture,product,750x1000.u3.jpg" target="_blank">cross</a> someone put up on the side of the road. I mean, whatever happened to separation of church and state?</p><p></p><p>Coming up to a light, he stopped the truck. He looked to his left and to his right; not that anyone was coming. He quickly took out his wallet and thumbed through the pictures. One of his wife, one of his sister. He didn't have any kids ... well he would have but ...</p><p></p><p>But nothing. The light turned green and Peter decided this morning wasn't the time to lecture God on how He ruined his life. He just wanted to drop off his wares, get a few supplies, and be on his way. No one cared about him anyways; as it should be. </p><p></p><p>Peter put on the breaks; someone was walking alongside the road. Wearing darker colors. Didn't that person know any better? Could get themselves killed out here without reflectors while it was still dawn. Maybe he'd give this stranger a piece of his mind ...</p><p></p><p>***** NOTE, ANYONE CAN ASK TO JOIN THIS STORY THREAD. LET US KNOW AT THIS LOCATION: <a href="https://www.christianforums.com/threads/new-rpg-ideas-02-28-20.8150831/page-2#post-75570908" target="_blank">NEW RPG ideas 02.28.20</a></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PeterJames0510, post: 75572133, member: 416739"] Looking at his pickup truck, he decided he probably had enough materials. He had long ago allowed loneliness to be his friend, he had long ago realized that if he wanted to maintain both a livelihood and distance, he would need to sell his wares in town. He of course didn't really do the selling, he would just go to the local vendors and be their suppliers. So very many things; trees; fur; hunting gear or bullets he had made; food items. Of course, he still needed groceries and supplies. Speaking of supplies, he'd better go to town now so the food items would not spoil and become unsellable. Ice only lasted for so long. The trouble with Peter was that he had a longing hole in his heart that he allowed to be buried in the ground long ago. After the accident, he swore he would never go out on a boat again or watch anyone else go out on a boat. No, he wouldn't think about it. Christmas eve. Rats, he thought to himself. There'd be holiday parties and people trying to get him to wear those funny red hats. As he put on his coat (the weather wasn't horribly cold), he also realized that maybe there would be vendors that were closed. It was no matter, though. There were always people doing last minute shopping. Town was only a few miles away and most of the vendors would close by noon. He could get his shopping done, hopefully with minimal interference. Peter drove the truck forward, leaving behind his log cabin and started down the road to town. He hardly had any neighbors, though he had to always look at that ugly big [URL='https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.10634447.8812/fposter,small,wall_texture,product,750x1000.u3.jpg']cross[/URL] someone put up on the side of the road. I mean, whatever happened to separation of church and state? Coming up to a light, he stopped the truck. He looked to his left and to his right; not that anyone was coming. He quickly took out his wallet and thumbed through the pictures. One of his wife, one of his sister. He didn't have any kids ... well he would have but ... But nothing. The light turned green and Peter decided this morning wasn't the time to lecture God on how He ruined his life. He just wanted to drop off his wares, get a few supplies, and be on his way. No one cared about him anyways; as it should be. Peter put on the breaks; someone was walking alongside the road. Wearing darker colors. Didn't that person know any better? Could get themselves killed out here without reflectors while it was still dawn. Maybe he'd give this stranger a piece of his mind ... ***** NOTE, ANYONE CAN ASK TO JOIN THIS STORY THREAD. LET US KNOW AT THIS LOCATION: [URL="https://www.christianforums.com/threads/new-rpg-ideas-02-28-20.8150831/page-2#post-75570908"]NEW RPG ideas 02.28.20[/URL] [/QUOTE]
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