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Philipe caught the kid before she hit the ground and carefully laid her down in his sleeping bag since he didn't know where she was sleeping and went to grab some food and water from what was in the cart (-2 food -2 water) he splashed a little bit of his water on her face trying to wake her up "C'mon, you gotta eat, then you can sleep"

he chuckled "there goes the 'reluctant teacher' routine...I never was good at it, but it is night, which is why it is the perfect time to be sleeping, believe me, we will have plenty of work to do tomorrow" he heard her stomach growl "you eaten yet kid? I haven't either"

Philipe had been awoken earlier by a gunshot and watched Missy try to aim, he saw her miss and curse, he walked up behind her "Hey, you woke me up" he was frowning, his stature wasn't exactly imposing, and his appearance was too fabulous to be scary at all, but he stood firm obviously trying to be imposing.

I say both of them are right. I have an odd belief of morals. My belief is that morality does not exist, and neither do morals, right, or wrong. Think about it, if a kid grows up in a cannibal tribe, it is fine to eat people, his intentions are not ill and he perceives that he isn't doing anything wrong. However we wouldn't be to happy if he came over here and ate some ladys baby in the airport because we believe his action to be wrong. In short, I don't believe good and evil exist, we made them up in order to justify ourselves and incriminate those who do not accept our justification as reasonable. that being said I think i'll side with the mandolorians.

all of these i'd pull the lever half way and make the rain derail, leave it up to fate...if it's a cargo train that is as for 3 & 4 i'd throw myself in front, if their life can avert the disaster shouldn't mine work just as well? i'd die knowing I saved people

It isn't worth it. We just want a remedy, an outlet for that inner pain, a broken heart, home, or friendship. Loneliness , depression and apathy consuming us, leaving us empty inside. I don't know what to tell you, other than that some guy once told me that "the world will always lie to us and tell us that there is always hope, but hope is only there for those who want it." You gotta buck up and want to make a better future before you have hope for making it. at least that's what I thought he meant.

Philipe unhooked the mattox from the sign outside and closed the door "Philipe Hausenberg, thats my name, this is our base...I suppose all that we can do now is find you a sleeping bag and a place to sleep" he walked over to his and laid down "I need sleep, we will talk more in the morning"

Philipe grabbed technicolors hoof as they began to speed up "Y'o would'nt be able to keep up very long...only reason I can is i'm being pulled!" As they arrive a near the camping store, Frozen tosses philipe the maddox and he stands on the back of the cart "Everyone hold on tight!" he tosses it and it curls like a grappling hook around the "no parking" sign in front of the store, inside they are thrown fowards as the cart screeches to a very sudden stop when it reaches the end of it's rope "we...we're safe,ok...we need to grab that maddox and pull it in here and then...then i'm calling it a night"

Philipe begins to fly forwards as hard as he can straining against the ropes it starts to slowly roll forwards, about 10 feet out they are moving at a heavy jog when the cart starts to speed up a lot due to the hill, pretty soon they find themselves flying down the hill, Philipe being pulled by the cart when the camping store comes into view he flies backwards as hard as possible "Frozen! I need you to grab the maddox, tie the rope to the maddox head, then to the cart, then throw me the maddox and tuck your head in!"

"no more school? but there is a wealth of supplies...books...tools, that we could use" he stopped then sighed "I suppose you are right...get in the cart" he pulled it to the front of the school and let her out "Ok, go do what you need to...be careful, I'll wait out here so we can take off as soon as you are ready...oh and if you can find me a sharpie?"

"if you say so..." he grabbed a sledgehammer from the corner "I want you to roll the cart out there with you if you can, I know it's heavy, butt once you get it moving it should be no trouble" he twirled the hammer "i'm gonna need this" he went airborn and flew through the hallways, making it to the chem lab he grabbed the supplies Frozen asked for as well as A large vacuum pump and a bottle of vacuum oil, stuffing it into the duffel bag he flew out a window to the propane tank

"you may be right" he rammed the pole through the remaining four's gut and as they stepped through let Frozen stab them one by one, the last one collapsed under the weight of the other three and he dropped a cement block on it's face, crushing the things head "well? what do we do now...it won't take us long to get back...but we risk drawing attention to ourselves" he sighed "do we need to make camp for the night? I can secure the place...weld all the doors shut in this room except one and we can go out in the morning"

(all at once or in groups?) (The comic centers around decidedly mature themes, as demonstrated by the third strip in the debut arc which allowed Fnar to meet his mother, restrained to a cave wall with the rock actually encompassing her right leg and holding her arms as if it were eating her. The mature themes of the comic are made quite plain at that time, as the woman bore a stab wound under her left ribs near the stomach and also had her throat slashed. The blood from these wounds is still dripping in the scenes, and Fnar himself looked grisly as he was "aged" by Jack in stages to the age of a preteen boy. Jack's plot bounces around quite often, but it remains true to the Hell theme for the most part. On occasion, strips are published which pertain to real world events, like the Angry Brian story arc which depicted events similar to those of the horrific Columbine High School Massacre. Other features of the comic include the appearance of real places like the former World Trade Center that was destroyed in the infamous and very tragically devastating terrorist attacks of 9/11. The Angry Brian story arc sparked heavy feedback from the readers, and also helped to earn the comic a large reader base.)

"don't use magic, it'll tire you out, if you plan on blowing that thing we may need to fight our way out, yeah i'm done with the funnel" he grabbed a long pointy piece of steel pipe "well now or never " he slammed a textbook down and waited until they started coming in, standing slightly behind the exit of the funnel

"well...looks like we have a new objective, get rid of those things" he thought for a minute "we have to trap them, it's the only way to take on that many quietly" (how many are there?) he sat a brick in front of the door, which was a "push" door on their side and he tied a brick to it "now we just need to narrow this area so that only one can come through at a time" she set to work using various objects to make a funnel

"ok...what are you doing with he propane tank?" he sighed "if it involves blowing it up, we are going there last" he sighed "i suppose next we head to the chemistry lab...we will leave the cart here, moving it may make too much noise with all the stuff in it" he grabbed an empty duffle bag "we will use this for the rest of the stuff we need inside" (Jack covers subjects related to the attitude a person can lead in life and its consequences to them and to the people around them. Frequent features are disease, rape, murder, suicide, bereavement and redemption. The comic is divided into a number of arcs (subplots) of varying length. Artwork style and presence of color differ from arc to arc. Arcs take place on Hell, Earth, Heaven and Purgatory. Arcs set on Earth (usually revolving around Jack's job as Grim Reaper) take place during different, not always consecutive, time periods. In Heaven and Hell there is no concept of time.[4] The eyes of characters symbolize their status in the Jack universe: sins have no pupils; living souls and angels have full pupils; the souls of deceased persons have "pin-prick" eyes as long as they do not recognize their sins.)

he spotted a toolbox and peeked inside "ratchet set" he set it quietly in the cart "I say we leave them" he noticed him wincing "you going to be ok? sure you can stay quiet?" he grabbed a hammer and screwdriver set, putting it in the corner, he saw a welding torch and put it so that the wheels on the bottom would allow it to be towed, he spotted an anvil "we are gonna need the winch to get it in the cart" he grabbed the plexiglass, a thing of cement, and used a utility knife to cut some plastic tubing from an industrial shop vac, he grabbed a lot of caulking tubes and put them in, they found the stovepipe and the hacksaw blade set with a welding sculpture and snatched them up, finding a mattox and a shovel in the corner where the cement had been, the multimeter sat inside one of the cars that sat about with greasy parts surrounding it, they found a winch attached to a cherrypicker and used it to grab the anvil and put it in, after that using the ratchet set to pull it off the frame and put it in the buggy "one last thing...a drill and a bit set"

"well right now, we are IN the auto shop, we need to need our voices down so they don't hear us" (Jack is a furry webcomic by David Hopkins. It is set in a world populated by anthropomorphicanimals and focuses on judgment and afterlife, which function according to Christian beliefs, and is noted for its depiction of "rape, drug use, swearing, graphic sexual acts, incest, cannibalism, nudity, savage violence, and images of Hell."[1] Jack focuses on its title character, a wizened green rabbit who lives in Hell. He is the embodiment of the deadly sin wrath, whose punishment is being the Grim Reaper. In life, the unfairness of some deaths, particularly towards the ones he loved, made him angry.[2] In his position as Grim Reaper, he now has to witness more death, the cause of his wrath. Jack attempts to remember the sins he did in life in order to be forgiven for them. This is hard for him as his other punishment is having no memory of his life on Earth.)

(so do I get my supplies?) "what a coincidence, I needed to go to the chem lab to fetch a vacuum pump, as for the other cart, don't worry we will find something to pull if this doesn't all fit" his ears perked "do you hear something?" he knew from the disrepair that there would be zombies in here "don't shoot, the last thing we need is zombies flooding into a building, can you lift this with levitation?" he held up a rock the size of a softball "if you can, use it to break their necks, that'll stop them from coming for us and it'll be quiet"

"ok frozen, we are here...the high school" philipe closed the door to the shop class behind them and moved a tool chest to block it "ok we are going to need a good number of things, a winch, a ratchet set, screwdriver set, a short handled mini sledge, some caulk, plexi glass, gloves, rubber tubing 4 inch diameter, a multimeter,a oxy acetylene welding torch, anvil, matox, cement, shovel and some stovepipe...oh and a hacksaw and blade set, after that we move to the rest of the school for the other stuff"