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Haven't been here in a while. How goes things?

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    The list Lewis compiled was a long and expensive one, so needed to get more than what he had to trade with.  Currently he has a working hunting rifle with no ammo, but even that wasn't going to be able to cover the cost.  He needed to kill something, a large animal, most likely a deer to pay for everything, and it wasn't going to be easy catching one.  Lewis silently crawled up a tree and then laid face down on a branch just above a small stream.  He was hoping a deer would stop by without noticing him, and then he could fall down on top of it and slit it's throat.
   
    Everything was completely and perfectly still; no noise, no movement, nothing.  Then, Lewis' eye caught a rustle from a bush, and a moment later a deer emerged from it.  It was a young buck with small antlers, but he was still a good size.  Keeping as silent as physically possible, Lewis slowly slipped off the tree branch and landed half on the buck, and half on the ground.  Without any delay Lewis wiped his knife across the deer's throat, and shortly after it dropped dead. 

   Lewis arose off the ground, clutching an antler in his right hand, and then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right knee.  He fell down, grimacing with agony.  His knee absorbed most of the impact from the landing.  After a few moments of recovery, Lewis hoisted himself up, and limped away toward his cabin while dragging the carcass behind him.

I would assume your stuff remains and can be looted from your body.  Things don't just vanish into thin air.

    Lewis trekked through the woods barefooted with silence and cunning, constantly scanning for wildlife, and to be sure no undead were upon him.  He came up to his final snare with dismay, for it hadn't been set off, just like the rest.  With a rumbling stomach he looked for tracks, feces, any sign of close by game, but no evidence of any creature was evident.
   
    Lewis' eyes suddenly widened, and without hesitation he scaled the tree to his right and, when at a safe distance  above, scanned the woods in every direction.  He could see nothing out of the ordinary, but the stench was nothing to ignore.  Then he could see it; about thirty feet away from him was a zombie.  It clumsily stumbled over the dead leaves and twigs as its left leg dragged.   Gripping his hunting knife tightly in his right fist, Lewis waited silently and patiently for the zombie to come directly under him, hopefully without spotting him.  Beads of sweat dripped down his face, C'mon, just a few more feet, he thought to himself.

    Suddenly, Lewis released himself from the tree and landed on the zombie.  The bones in the zombie cracked loudly and reverberated through the forest, scaring off any nearby game, but of course Lewis was unaware of this.  He quickly plunged his knife into the zombies skull, and immediately its body fell limp. 

    Wiping the red goop off his knife, Lewis secured his backpack on, and continued his trek through the woods.

The American Government is going to far.  SOPA/PIPA cannot be passed.

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If you live in the U.S. call/email your state Senators and tell them not to support it.