Tyler Tieran |PF| *They'd been trudging through thick growth for hours. The fog that had been lighter near the shore with the breezes had become denser the farther inland they'd gotten. He'd begun chipping notches out of branches pointing the way back towards shore. As Aryk had glanced at him quizzically, he motioned to the GPS units* Shit's creepy as fuck, man. I ain't trusting technology in this hellhole. If the units go out or something frazzles the shit outta the signal itself, we can take note of where we come out at when this forest ends, and at least try to keep our sense of direction if none of your new buddies are willing to cough up coordinates.
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