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dead max is planning to steal a car and rob a liquor store, how do you feel about that? knowing you adopted a mistake?

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*

*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*

Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Trying to find the best way to set it on fire.

Oh, that’s – hey, wait… don’t do that. That’s very dangerous, and also very illegal.

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*Max makes his way to the QM store and stood outside the door*

So… what exactly is the plan with the Tide Pods in the bucket? Are you going to test how quickly the outer film dissolves, or if it goes into osmosis?

Eh, I was just gonna see if it was weird with lake water or not, but that other stuff’s pretty cool too, I guess. *He turns the door handle* He actually left it unlocked this time.. *he kicks the door open but not too harshly*

Oh – do you think the lake water might do something interesting to it? I think that’s a great thing to ex – OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???

*there’s an upside down crucifix within view of the door and nailed to it is a chicken teddy bear. As in… a teddy made out of chicken that looked like it belonged in a freezer. Bits of dark fur stuck out of the seams and a dark liquid looked to be seeping out. Was that blood? It was really watered down though… some kind of slime?*

WHAT THE FUCK?!

*without really thinking Carlos snaps his hands down to cover Max’s eyes and quickly backed them out, slamming the door shut*

What… what?? What the hell…??

*who just had some gross-ass effigy in their storehouse??*

……I don’t know what I expected.

What was that? No, what the hell was that?? Why did he have that?? Oh God – why is he near children????????

*Max shrugged* The inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.

Alright. Let’s try this again. *Max grabed a stick from the side of the QMS (quartermaster store) and reaches to turn the door handle*

What? No – why are you going to go in there again? Max, what if he has something dangerous in there? *Dammit – he left his danger meter a the camp site!*

Why d’you think I grabbed a stick? Now, c’mon. I can whack it out the window and we won’t have to see it again. We can get the bucket and go.

No – no, no, no, Max, let’s not. This is clearly a red zone and we should probably think of something else.

But- fiiiiine. *he tosses the stick back onto the ground* There’s probably one in the mess hall maybe. I dunno this place is cheap.

*sighs in relief* Okay… let’s go check. If not, I can invent one. O-or, something like it, I mean.

Making one will take longer than finding one. *he makes his way to the mess hall which was connected with the QMS. He tries to pull open the doors but they won’t budge* dammit.

Lemme try. *he takes the handle and turns it, pushing in*. Doors from the outside almost always open inwards.

…I knew that.

*smiles at Max as he steps inside* So… what sort of stuff do you think we can find in here? An empty food bucket, maybe?

There should be some sort of pot or something in the kitchen. Maybe a mop bucket too. Whatever comes first.

Ah, a pot. That could work. Good thinking. We’ll of course be sure to wash it thoroughly after we’re done with it.

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*Max makes his way to the QM store and stood outside the door*

So… what exactly is the plan with the Tide Pods in the bucket? Are you going to test how quickly the outer film dissolves, or if it goes into osmosis?

Eh, I was just gonna see if it was weird with lake water or not, but that other stuff’s pretty cool too, I guess. *He turns the door handle* He actually left it unlocked this time.. *he kicks the door open but not too harshly*

Oh – do you think the lake water might do something interesting to it? I think that’s a great thing to ex – OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???

*there’s an upside down crucifix within view of the door and nailed to it is a chicken teddy bear. As in… a teddy made out of chicken that looked like it belonged in a freezer. Bits of dark fur stuck out of the seams and a dark liquid looked to be seeping out. Was that blood? It was really watered down though… some kind of slime?*

WHAT THE FUCK?!

*without really thinking Carlos snaps his hands down to cover Max’s eyes and quickly backed them out, slamming the door shut*

What… what?? What the hell…??

*who just had some gross-ass effigy in their storehouse??*

……I don’t know what I expected.

What was that? No, what the hell was that?? Why did he have that?? Oh God – why is he near children????????

*Max shrugged* The inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.

Alright. Let’s try this again. *Max grabed a stick from the side of the QMS (quartermaster store) and reaches to turn the door handle*

What? No – why are you going to go in there again? Max, what if he has something dangerous in there? *Dammit – he left his danger meter a the camp site!*

Why d’you think I grabbed a stick? Now, c’mon. I can whack it out the window and we won’t have to see it again. We can get the bucket and go.

No – no, no, no, Max, let’s not. This is clearly a red zone and we should probably think of something else.

But- fiiiiine. *he tosses the stick back onto the ground* There’s probably one in the mess hall maybe. I dunno this place is cheap.

*sighs in relief* Okay… let’s go check. If not, I can invent one. O-or, something like it, I mean.

Making one will take longer than finding one. *he makes his way to the mess hall which was connected with the QMS. He tries to pull open the doors but they won’t budge* dammit.

Lemme try. *he takes the handle and turns it, pushing in*. Doors from the outside almost always open inwards.

…I knew that.

*smiles at Max as he steps inside* So… what sort of stuff do you think we can find in here? An empty food bucket, maybe?

Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

Yes. I am.

Oh, I see. *smiles* What are you doing out in the forest, buddy? Nice hoodie, by the way.

Hey. Tall guy. What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before. (It’s cliche—ask—max. Something went wrong with my blog and I had to restart it somewhere else.)

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Huh? I’m studying the volcano. Are you a camper from one of the nearby camps?

((totally fine – i know stuff happens. Glad to see you back! 🙂

What’s it to you?

Well, my daughter’s a camper at the Camp Campbell. I’m just curious, really.

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You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.

@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*

*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i promise not to rob anymore stores…

*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*

y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…

I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.

i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…

Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?

i don’t trust myself i just don’t…

Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…

*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*

*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*

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*Max makes his way to the QM store and stood outside the door*

So… what exactly is the plan with the Tide Pods in the bucket? Are you going to test how quickly the outer film dissolves, or if it goes into osmosis?

Eh, I was just gonna see if it was weird with lake water or not, but that other stuff’s pretty cool too, I guess. *He turns the door handle* He actually left it unlocked this time.. *he kicks the door open but not too harshly*

Oh – do you think the lake water might do something interesting to it? I think that’s a great thing to ex – OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT???

*there’s an upside down crucifix within view of the door and nailed to it is a chicken teddy bear. As in… a teddy made out of chicken that looked like it belonged in a freezer. Bits of dark fur stuck out of the seams and a dark liquid looked to be seeping out. Was that blood? It was really watered down though… some kind of slime?*

WHAT THE FUCK?!

*without really thinking Carlos snaps his hands down to cover Max’s eyes and quickly backed them out, slamming the door shut*

What… what?? What the hell…??

*who just had some gross-ass effigy in their storehouse??*

……I don’t know what I expected.

What was that? No, what the hell was that?? Why did he have that?? Oh God – why is he near children????????

*Max shrugged* The inner machinations of his mind are an enigma.

Alright. Let’s try this again. *Max grabed a stick from the side of the QMS (quartermaster store) and reaches to turn the door handle*

What? No – why are you going to go in there again? Max, what if he has something dangerous in there? *Dammit – he left his danger meter a the camp site!*

Why d’you think I grabbed a stick? Now, c’mon. I can whack it out the window and we won’t have to see it again. We can get the bucket and go.

No – no, no, no, Max, let’s not. This is clearly a red zone and we should probably think of something else.

But- fiiiiine. *he tosses the stick back onto the ground* There’s probably one in the mess hall maybe. I dunno this place is cheap.

*sighs in relief* Okay… let’s go check. If not, I can invent one. O-or, something like it, I mean.

Making one will take longer than finding one. *he makes his way to the mess hall which was connected with the QMS. He tries to pull open the doors but they won’t budge* dammit.

Lemme try. *he takes the handle and turns it, pushing in*. Doors from the outside almost always open inwards.

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okay, i locked up all my alcohol…

*looms with a disappointed Dad frown*

*internal screaming* Carlos, it’s been a long week, can we skip the dissppointed dad frowns for now?

I’m sorry – it’s kind of stuck in place. When that opens, you and I are pouring it all down the sink.

*shrugs* whatever..

I’m not mad at you, Max. I’m really not. I just wanna help you stay on track.

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“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”

Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”

Looks at him. “And… how am I supposed to hide? You want me to come out in daylight?” Looks at him nerviously.

“Uh– oh…” Carlos said softly. “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. Um… maybe Mikey and I can go. And you can stay here with Dad?”