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An opening! The driver had no regard for where it had come from, simply that suddenly there was just enough room for him to squeeze left--right--left into the next lane. After all, he did have a turn coming up on the right--left--right?--left. Changing another lane? That's definitely part of the game plan.

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

“A motherfucking what?” Michelle looked in her rear view mirror and cursed under her breath, quickly turning to the other lane, not wanting a collision of any kind.

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He would have to go get that coffee quickly, as the driver at that point stepped out of the car. "I'm all right," He wobbled on his feet, blinking around, oblivious of blood running down his forehead, and added, "Damn curves in the road."

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

Sherlock jumped out of the way of the swerving car and sighed. “Marriage problems.”

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Its first impact with the asphalt skewed its course. On the second landing, the front bumper peeled off of the vehicle and rolled away. The last few bumps dumped it upside down, several yards beyond him, where it rocked back and forth on the roof of the car.

Yes, at least it wasn't a bear. A bear probably wouldn't have missed.

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

…

… So I guess you just live by YOLO or something, huh?

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In the car, on the right hand side, the driver groaned and lifted his head. Due to his hold on the wheel, the airbag's deployal caused him to punch himself in the face. "Huh?" Which was really all he could say at the moment, as he reached a split-knuckled hand to cover his bloodied, broken nose. He blinked lethargically at the four--one--fifteen--at the individual outside his car.

Both of which seemed to be likely possibilities. The car continued on for the next five seconds before the driver suddenly forgot he was in England and moved to the right lane of the road. More or less, anyways. Rubber squealed on asphalt as he attempted to turn right out of a left turn only, shortly followed by a heavy crunch when the front of the car collided with a lampost.

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Sherlock was absolutely correct about the brewing failure happening back in the driver's home and the slow collapse of the relationship with his wife of sixteen years. Marriage problems, however, were not about to hit a bus stop further down the street. As the driver continued on, oblivious to his impairment, he careened up onto the sidewalk on the wrong side of the street and into the pole, taking out his left headlight on impact.

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Sherlock jumped out of the way of the swerving car and sighed. “Marriage problems.”

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At the red light, the car lurched and braked behind her, then lurched forward again. Apparently, stopping within a foot of her car wasn't enough; it had to stop an inch away. Whatever an inch actually was, anyways. The driver guessed at the average point between the two cars swimming in front of him.

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Well isn’t this lovely?

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The driver signalled left, then immediately turned his vehicle right. What he hadn't registered was the concrete wall on his right side--not until he was inches away from it and nearly jerked his car into the other lane in shock. The car hurriedly sped up as the driver hunted for openings on both the left- and right-hand side. As he passed through the rear view mirror and into peripheral view, the left turn signal flashed his intent to turn without guarantee for what direction he would choose.

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

“A motherfucking what?” Michelle looked in her rear view mirror and cursed under her breath, quickly turning to the other lane, not wanting a collision of any kind.

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If the driver survived this, "You Only Live Once" would become a cautionary remark. In the mean time, the car made a quick turn as it compensated for how close it drifted to the other lane. Unfortunately, the poor weather made the road too slick for the vehicle that moved too fast; it spun out, nose of the car leading the barrel roll towards the Clown Prince of Crime.

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

…

… So I guess you just live by YOLO or something, huh?

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Both of which seemed to be likely possibilities. The car continued on for the next five seconds before the driver suddenly forgot he was in England and moved to the right lane of the road. More or less, anyways. Rubber squealed on asphalt as he attempted to turn right out of a left turn only, shortly followed by a heavy crunch when the front of the car collided with a lampost.

amotherfuckingdrunkdriver started following you

Sherlock stumbled out of the way as the drunk driver swerved toward him, barely managing to avoid getting hit.  He was going to have to phone this in, or the idiot behind the wheel was going to kill himself—or someone else.

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OOC UPDATE (06/15/12)

PLOT FOR JUNE 2012:

THIS MONTH: Pulling into the lane behind your character--and out of the lane, and into the lane, and out--is another driver. He's tailing them pretty closely, too. Can your character prevent things from getting messy? (Note: If your character cannot/does not drive, what do they do when a driver swerves into their personal space?)

URL CHANGE:

The URL amotherfuckingbear has changed to amotherfuckingdrunkdriver.

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OOC UPDATE (06/14/12)

Tomorrow this account will be undergoing a reboot, that will kick off with June's plot of the month. (Stay tuned for the plot's reveal tomorrow!) We wish to apologize on behalf of the most recent inactivity as one of our admins was unable to keep up their half of the work when it comes to running the blog; as this blog is a huge responsibility with the amount of replies it needs to generate on a daily basis. They've stepped down and have been replaced by another volunteer.

With a promise of commitment, we intend to stay active this time around so we can finally crown a loyal follower into our Hall of Fame. Thank you for following, and see you for the next plot. (:

Note: The URL amotherfuckingbear will be changed to adhere to the next plot. We will make an announcement for the URL change and also refollow all current accounts to enable the theme shift.

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Dangerous was right. But a losing a lot of blood quickly did manage to slow him down, but the adrenaline kept him going. Stumbling after her, leaving a trail of blood in it's wake, it roared absently, unable to keep but the chase but not deterred when it came to being hot on her heels. 

His arm hitched back from the blow of the bullet, but it did little to deter his movement when it came to chasing after her. Fat and muscle thundered against the ground, while she was lithe, he barreled through the obstacles before him; instinct drove him forward and he pressed against her side with the tip of his snout, aiming to herd her towards a tight corner.

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Running was going to get the much needed space between them, but it wasn't going to deter the animal. Instead as the man fled, the bear notched it's speed, swiping a paw out at his legs to knock him over. A fallen man was easier to crunch into.

amotherfuckingbear started following you

“…John, I’m going to need my gun.”

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How many people run this blog?

Just two for now.

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There was no confusion to be had. A massive bear was following him, and the creature didn't look too happy. In fact, a snarl contorted the animal's features at the surprised exclamation.

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Passes by, and makes a double take

“Wait what?!”

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And fast, because Smokey here wasn't very happy at catching sight of the merc at all. Like a bull, he snorted at first when catching sight of the man in red, and yet a announcement of his retreat was enough to set the beast off. Fangs outstretched to crunch into flesh he flew forward in a flurry of movement.

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Indeed, gibberish fell upon the bear's ear, simply adding to it's distorted heat of madness. In the same likeness of a rabid dog the large animal lunged forward to grasp the sceptre within his jaws; attempting to yank the nuisance away from the god's reach.

amotherfuckingbear started following you

… Brother, I have something you need to get rid of…