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Post by ramenigma on Jan 21, 2016 4:23:57 GMT
Truman's Auto Shop
'For a true man's work, trust Truman!' So said the old, faded wooden sign from decades ago that would be hung with pride if anyone ever cared to see to protecting it from the elements. Maybe it speaks to the strength of the slogan that it's still legible even after being hung out for so long. Who even knows.
The door to the garage is wide open, and inside sits a muddy pickup truck. The floor is cold, hard and stained with (long-dried) muck.
[More info to be added if provided by Spd, in future.]
Current Occupants
Paul R. Truman Ignacio Abarno Barry Normal
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jan 24, 2016 4:47:59 GMT
"Indeed, it is seeming you shall be spending some time here in this town! Worry not, for I am staying here also, and you will have me as company!" Barry smiled.
"I do not know how long I am remaining, but this is nice little town. I am wanting to take in all the sights. Perhaps you join me tomorrow in my explorations? Ah, but one should not be numbering the chickens too early. Once morning is coming, I shall put my brain to work on it. Now, let us be heading to the inn!" he said, following Ignacio.
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