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standupguy1
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 26, 2011
- Location
- U.S.A.
As marks best friend put it mark was an ss recurring poster he was tall 6 foot 5. He had bright blue eyes and short bright blond hair. He was well muscled from the yard work his parents made him do. He had over 20/20 vision which made him a good shooter.
Mark did well in school. He was raised in South Carolina. The first state to secede from Brittan and the U.S. of A. There were a few things he knew for sure. There was nothing hotter on a girl then daisy dukes, barbeque was pork and nothing else and country music was proof god existed and wanted man to be happy. He got all A’s in high school he didn’t make valedictorian but he did well enough. His dad form age 6 had him shooting. He damn good with a lever action henry. He won the under 18 N.R.A. lever action championship and placed 5 in the southern division. Between his good grades and a shooting scholarship he got a full ride to new your state university. It was a great school that had the perfect degree in marketing which is what he wanted to go into. But that was Yankee country.
He had a long talk with his dad that night. He would miss his family a lot. But he had to go get his education. He would pay less and get a better education then if he went to any southern school. At the end of his summer he said goodbye to his friends and left. He took the 12 hour drive up north and found his dorm room. It was a nice college that had a rifle team. Technically he wasn’t supposed to keep his gun in his dorm room but no one really checked. His dorm mate wasn’t a bad guy. The best way mark could describe him is a water down Goth He only had one tattoo but he wore his fair share of black. After he unpacked he went to the weight room.
He thought about doing another sport along with shooting either way he didn’t want to get his freshman 15. He walked into the weight room and saw the prettiest damn thing he had ever seen in his life. Her name was Emily. She was defiantly a northern girl though. She looked like she just walked out of one of thoughts magazines mark saw in grocery stores. Long story short mark worked his southern charm on her and it worked. They had cheap wine on a blanket on the 50 yard line 7 months into their relationship when she was the first girl he ever said, “I love you to.” 4 years flew by and mark did the unthinkable. He didn’t move back to the south. He lived in New York City with Emily.
Mark came back 2 weeks after he got his promotion. He was a marketing account manager now. It isn’t exactly what he wanted but it was a way to get there. Life in New York wasn’t bad. He joined a shooting club and still shot one maybe two times a week. Today was his birth day some of the guys at the got him gifts. All and all he got 3 dvd’s, a bottle of whiskey and a box of cigars. He walked back to his apartment wearing black dress pants, a white bottom down collared shirt, a sliver watch and a thin black tie. Living in the big city changed how he dressed too. He got out his keys and opened the door.
Mark did well in school. He was raised in South Carolina. The first state to secede from Brittan and the U.S. of A. There were a few things he knew for sure. There was nothing hotter on a girl then daisy dukes, barbeque was pork and nothing else and country music was proof god existed and wanted man to be happy. He got all A’s in high school he didn’t make valedictorian but he did well enough. His dad form age 6 had him shooting. He damn good with a lever action henry. He won the under 18 N.R.A. lever action championship and placed 5 in the southern division. Between his good grades and a shooting scholarship he got a full ride to new your state university. It was a great school that had the perfect degree in marketing which is what he wanted to go into. But that was Yankee country.
He had a long talk with his dad that night. He would miss his family a lot. But he had to go get his education. He would pay less and get a better education then if he went to any southern school. At the end of his summer he said goodbye to his friends and left. He took the 12 hour drive up north and found his dorm room. It was a nice college that had a rifle team. Technically he wasn’t supposed to keep his gun in his dorm room but no one really checked. His dorm mate wasn’t a bad guy. The best way mark could describe him is a water down Goth He only had one tattoo but he wore his fair share of black. After he unpacked he went to the weight room.
He thought about doing another sport along with shooting either way he didn’t want to get his freshman 15. He walked into the weight room and saw the prettiest damn thing he had ever seen in his life. Her name was Emily. She was defiantly a northern girl though. She looked like she just walked out of one of thoughts magazines mark saw in grocery stores. Long story short mark worked his southern charm on her and it worked. They had cheap wine on a blanket on the 50 yard line 7 months into their relationship when she was the first girl he ever said, “I love you to.” 4 years flew by and mark did the unthinkable. He didn’t move back to the south. He lived in New York City with Emily.
Mark came back 2 weeks after he got his promotion. He was a marketing account manager now. It isn’t exactly what he wanted but it was a way to get there. Life in New York wasn’t bad. He joined a shooting club and still shot one maybe two times a week. Today was his birth day some of the guys at the got him gifts. All and all he got 3 dvd’s, a bottle of whiskey and a box of cigars. He walked back to his apartment wearing black dress pants, a white bottom down collared shirt, a sliver watch and a thin black tie. Living in the big city changed how he dressed too. He got out his keys and opened the door.
