I came up with a great idea for a Counter Strike:Global Offensive gambling website, but I just don't know where to start with it. I don't really want to just throw this idea onto the web, so please contact me and we can work together (and you can make money, ofc). Feel free to skype me: atom.johnson11 for details.
[EDIT]: For those who will ask how I know it will make money, it's simple. I am offering a service for less than half the usual price. I am combining features from extremely popular websites. On top of that, I am (what I would call) good at graphic design and the UI would overall look better than that of other sites in the same genre. (I have also asked multiple people and they said that they would at least try it out.)
[EDIT2]: Deciding now to be more open about the idea (thanks admin(: )--- Basically, it is a CS:GO case opening simulator that you pay for, and get the skins. Let me explain simply. Normally, to open a case, it's 2.49+ the price of the case (usually .06, up to 20.00 I think??) Anyway, 14/15 cases you get a return of less than 1.00. So, if I offer a case opening simulation for 1.00 a pop (varying if it's have an expensive case), it would attract mass amounts of people. Instead of opening 4 cases for 10.00, they can open 10. A knife in CS:GO is on average 110.00. The chance to get a knife is about 1/200. So for every 200 spent (theoretically) someone should get a knife. Add the ad revenue, the losses, the bad luck, etc, and... Didn't feel like doing math. You make money. Also, there would be a jackpot and coinflip portion of the site, credits, inventory, etc, But the main attraction would be the cases. There could also be a selling portion. Here is my view of something that could happen.
The person deposits 10.00 10.00=100 credits Open 10 cases case=10 credits Lucky, they come out with 30 credits worth of skins. They throw 10 into a jackpot, lose. "sell" the other skins (which are really only in their site inventory until it is withdrawn, if they sell them they get credited 20 creds and the skins leave their inv) open 2 more cases 2 credits Repeat process.
sorry for long post, but I really want to go through with this.
submitted by One Colt AR-15 semi-automatic assault rifle. Two 'banana' design magazines, each packed with thirty rounds of 5.56 millimeter NATO ammuntion. One semi-depleted box of backup munitions containing an additional thity rounds plus change. One G29 Glock 'Safe Action' pistol. One box magazine holding seventeen nine millimeter Parabellum rounds. One full box of backup munitions containing an additional one hundred rounds. One bolo style, military-grade machete, relatively sharp. One neutral-colored rain poncho. Two canisters of CS tear gas. One flashbang grenade. One empty military-grade canteen, green in color. One thermal blanket. One multi-pocket military backpack of urban camouflage coloring to hold it all.
Mulling over her inventory in precise detail, Krista attempted to commit everything to memory, something she prided herself on for being borderline-eidetic.
She squatted in the same house she had first come to after Lost Hills had fallen, the same one with stains coating the carpets, and broken windows, and smelled of a malodorous amalgamation of roadkill and fire smoke.
It was a single house, astrayed from the rest in the neighborhood off the canyon road. The road it sat on led up a steep incline, into a higher-scale collection of art-deco houses, bordering the very edge of the suburbs. At their backyards, there was chaparral, and a myriad hills before one would reach the isolated asylum she had extricated herself from. Trees grew more scarcely in this area, and often appeared dead, or at least in slumber.
Though her endeavors in searching the first couple upscale houses had yielded no fruit, it was fortuitous she found some semblance of shelter from the wind and rain. It appeared as though the newer houses had been prime targets for looting, yet the miscreants had overlooked the sequestered abode she had come across. It was built almost like a log cabin, although more extensive in the amount of rooms it contained. The insulation felt relatively modern, and she had done her best to hammer various building materials over the shattered windows, most of which was scavenged from a shed in the backyard.
The wind and cold still crept through the cracks, despite her best efforts. Her sweater and pants offered meager protection from the bitter chills, even if she put the poncho on. She sat huddled in her thermal blanket, the crinkles evident even with the tiniest nuances in movement. But the aluminum foil-looking thing had kept her alive for the past days, so she couldn't complain.
The dim room allowed only a few cracks of the pale light from outside to seep in, and illuminate the small inventory she had neatly arranged in front of herself.
Her canteen was empty. As she had earlier gleaned. Whomever had occupied the house before her, they had left paltry supplies behind. She had found a bag of brown rice in the pantry, something she had crunched on for sustenance. Other than that, there was a box of vegetable broth half-used in the otherwise emptied fridge. She had smelt it, and taken a sip. It was old, but not spoiled. She figued the chilly weather had been sufficient to keep it from expiring.
Through her meals of vegetable broth-soaked rice, her belly had growled with an animalistic fervor as her throat remained dry. She figured the salt in the broth wasn't helping her dehydration. But the house offered little recourse for such an issue.
She had searched high and low for any kind of water purifier, even willing to tempt her fate with a charcoal pitcher if she could seek one out, but to no purchase. Every upscale house above held no boons to aid her. And she felt she had covered more than half the neighborhood.
Furniture. Paintings. Showers she couldn't use. She hated what the water had become. The antithesis of what it had once been- life.
The gas was out in this portion of the city. She had seen an enormous crater in the center of the neighborhood above, fractured piping and burn marks making the reasons evident. She had no matches, no lighter, nothing so much as flint and steel. Try as she had, lighting a fire seemed impossible. She could not boil water, even as it ran in superfluity from every faucet.
Sometimes she stood in front of a faucet turned on, staring down with hollow eyes and a pallid expression befitting of her scenario.
She would have to move on today. All the rice was gone, and she was slowly dying of thirst. Even if further into the suburbs, and closer to the city was more dangerous, so be it. She had the means of defending herself. She mostly worried of encounters with Alphas, or the other humans left over. Changed she would deal with, and get by as she needed.
Krista stood, and stretched, allowing the blanket to fall from her back. Perhaps if she were lucky, she would come across her sister.
She grinned wryly. "Oh, my dear, dim-witted Krystal. Where art thou?"
Her stomach loudly growled in response.
"Dear stomach, I have recieved your numerous transmissions, and am in agreement. I, too, am completely starving. Please stop spamming my brain with your signals, thank you." She muttered.
Her deep, blue eyes glazed languidly over her gear, and she knelt down, beginning to pack it all back inside. Once everything was ready, she slung the rifle over her back, and holstered the pistol. In one hand, she carried the bolo machete. She used the other to pull the hood of the poncho over her dark bangs, and pushed the front door open.
Into the cold, sprinkling weather she forayed, exiting the property and continuing down the canyon road until she finally reached the first intersection of the main suburbs. Even after only a mile of walking, her legs already felt weak. She groaned at the shaky feeling, scanning the surroundings of her first path of houses.
Decrepit. Ransacked. Abandoned. She gleaned Changed roaming aimlessly along the road further down, and grunted, knowing she would have to go that way in order to reach the various outlying plazas of convenience stores and pharmacies.
She almost convinced herself to search the houses for leftovers, but she knew her calories were burning fast. She needed better chances of rewards, and she'd no clue if the houses had been truly abandoned by their owners or not. The last thing that would help her appetite and thirst would be a double-barreled shotgun aimed at her head.
Public property was always a safer bet in her experiences.
She gave the bolo a few practice swings, and felt her arms beginning to tire out.
The muscle fatigue was alarming, but not wholly surprising.
She elected to holster the machete into its sleeve, and draw her rifle.
She adjusted the iron sights, and knelt down, steeling herself to fire.
With a loud pop, the first shot detonated, illuminating all the space around her as the clattering of the brass shell casing resounded along the asphalt.
The first shot, although her aim felt shaky due to her hunger, landed a headshot in the nearest Changed. The others, seeing the flash put a spotlight to their potential meal, began to turn and stumble towards her.
Krista stood, and sauntered towards each, wishing she had the strength to trust herself with her sheathed melee weapon. It was a waste to use ammunition at such close range.
As each came close, she fired a single time into their head, and was rewarded with identical results in each trigger pull.
One by one, they fell. She silenced over a dozen before their groans finally succumbed to silence, and she lowered her rifle, smiling.
"Such fodder." She taunted a body, tapping it with the end of her shoe as the hole in its head spilled black blood into a large, swelling pool beneath the pile.
Stepping around the pile, she nonchalantly unloaded her magazine, and rolled her backpack around to the side of her body, using her off hand to place the ejected cartridge into a side net. She opened the pack, letting the rifle fall by its sling to her side. She rummaged until she found the box of long rifle rounds, and began popping them out one by one.
She worked as she walked, not fully paying attention of whatever lie ahead.
Pulling the action on the rifle back, she chambered an extra round, and moved the bolt back into the firing position. Then she began to fill her magazine back up until it would take no more bullets.
Once she zipped the backpack back up, and reloaded the magazine, she gasped in surprise, halting in her tracks as she almost tripped over the charred bumper of a car.
She looked beyond, and noticed the rest of the vehicle was nearby. It was a vacant, burned-out shell, hardly recognizable save for the fact it was once a minivan.
Her eyes scanned around the van, and she quickly realized she had come across a large parking lot, one the road had turned into. Krista looked behind herself, seeing she had veered off the main road.
The parking lot belonged to that of a large mall, she surmised, gazing across the parking lot positively filled with charred and twisted metals. She cocked an eyebrow, wondering what could have happened to cause every single abandoned car to have been cast ablaze.
As she cautiously trudged through an asphalt aisle, keeping an eye for any Changed lurking in between the skeletal wrecks, she kept looking ahead to the mall itself.
It appeared derelict, as she expected, the lower windows boarded and caged off to the public. But what really piqued her interest were the many messages scrawled in graffiti along the entire bottom.
The whole scene felt vaguely uncanny to her. She was curious why a place that must have held host to so many people as society was falling could now be deserted. Nothing so much as a corpse seemed to decorate the other morbid and ubiquitous remains.
The cars. So many. All the same. Burnt, melted, deformed.
As she grew closer to the frontal walls, she could make out the various messages upon the walls. She had expected gang nonsense, or phallic imagery, but she was startled by the rather poignant and even forboding notes others before her had left.
leaving this world is not as scary as it seems
DO NOT ENTER - CURSED
Even the Changed shall not tread here
you've gone too far
I'll have more fun in hell
GOD DOESN'T WATCH INSIDE HERE
Different colors. Different graffiti styles. Different messages. She examined each closely, the silence, all-consuming and total, exacerbating her bad case of nerves. Peering high up, she gazed upon the whitewashed sign reading the name of the mall.
Cold Pine Mall
Before the end, she had scarcely strayed towards this side of town. Her family had resided in the more upscale areas in the Eastern suburbs, further from the city. Despite the seedier nature of her surroundings, she was impressed by the sheer size of the supercenter.
Krista looked left and right, searching for a way inside. She chalked the messages up to people scaring others away before they could intrude. She made sure her rifle was ready to encounter any hoodlums within. The underbarrel flashlight attachment functioned well, and she had no reservations of trespassing if it meant the potential for food.
It seemed she had overlooked a colliquial entrance of sorts, a dark patch of the interior peeking out from behind a board that seemed to have been torn off based on the nails lying around the panel of what she assumed had been a window.
Then someone had propped it back up, as though to hide the inside.
Krista shaprly exhaled, and turned on her flashlight, peering inside the broken window.
Inside, she gleaned what looked to be a clothing department. She noticed the silhouettes of stationary mannequins within, still donning their respective apparel and staring into empty space with lifeless, glazed eyes. Besides the clothing strewn about the ground on occasion, and the rare overturned mannequin, she was pleasantly surprised to see the store had been largely untouched. It seemed as though everyone had left in a hurry, and ever since then, nothing had entered the dusted palace.
Krista pushed the board aside, and shimmied her way inside, prudently scanning the area for any Changed, or ambushers.
Every silhouette in her periphery remained still as she searched the first room, making sure they all really were mannequins.
Satisfied that she was alone, Krista began to venture further into the very dark department store, the smells of old cloth and mothballs wafting through her nostrils softly as her footsteps echoed against the far walls. In the abject silence, it seemed every noise she made proceeded with great headway, disappearing into the darkness.
Though the first location had been empty, Krista remained on her toes, knowing people could be further inside. But she also knew she would have the jump on them. If there were others within, she would see whatever light they had before they saw hers. She cupped her hand over her torch, just enough so to allow a small sliver of her LED to pierce through. Just enough to see where she was going.
She was intrigued by just how dark it was inside, even though it was the middle of daytime outside, even if there were clouds. The pale light still should have cast more within the place than she was noticing.
Krista exited the clothing department, and the central hallway, where all storefronts purveyed their names and various, inviting odors to all passerby. At least they had. Now, the silent ruin was only a morbid reminder of what society had been.
Peering left and right, she was mildly surprised by the fact that the entire place appeared pitch black. No barrel fires to ward off the cold. No residual lighting from any storefronts revived potentially by generators. No other flashlights.
There was nothing but silence and darkness.
She sighed gently, collecting herself, and resolved to find a directory, hoping to find her way to the food court. If she was lucky, she would find something left over in the back of an eatery. Some non-perishable item that could bolster her beyond the paltry meals she had consumed the past few days.
Feeling more comfortable without the presence of any other lights, she pulled her hand away from her own light, and instead repurposed it to hold firm to the foregrip.
It was more than obvious that no electricity ran through the mall anymore. Of course, she had expected as much, but again, she felt a nagging thought resurface at the back of her head, stirring her nerves a bit.
The sheer darkness.
Even the skylights above, as many malls had, seemed to let no light inside. She pointed her own light briefly upwards, squinting to make out what the cause of this was.
As she observed, a stark realization came across her, almost making her shiver.
Through the transluscent white glass, Krista could very well make out the blurry edges of wood slats, the dark knots of wood grain showing through more than the lighter brown surfaces they resided within.
Someone, for a reason she could not possibly discern, had gone to the effort of covering the natural light sources along the rooftop. As far as she could see, it appeared all of them had been obscured.
She breathed more heavily, feeling somewhat dizzy as she looked back down. She felt darkness creep to the edges of her periphery, and quickly retreat once she had leveled her vision again. She shook her head briefly, and used her off hand to pull the hood of her poncho down to accentuate her vision.
Her mind raced to reach a conclusion as to why someone would do such a thing to the roof.
Humans desired light. They were no nocturnal predators, no creatures holding host to luminescent parts. If the darkness was so immensely swallowing, so totally engulfing in the daytime, she was loathe to imagine it could get worse at night time. So no one in their right mind would go to such levels of effort to maintain such odd conditions, conditions that belied the need for her own kind to see.
To know what lies in the unknown parts.
And only a person could have done such a thing. Of course the Changed were far too parochial to perform anything than their rote tasks of eating and walking. Alphas were different, but still...not so coordinated.
She elected not to imagine what would drive a person, or people, to commit such eccentric and counter-intuitive acts. Be it as it may, however, the happenstance witheld a boon. So long as it meant no one could be in the mall with her, she would feel fine.
No matter someone's insanity, physical restrictions would always place a buffer zone of plausible deniability. A man with schizophrenia would not be able to climb walls like a spider, and so on.
A person so deluded as to cover an entire mall with darkness would not be able to see through the darkness anymore than she.
As she walked through the dark hallway, the silence pressing from both sides like thick, suffocating blankets, she idly remininsced of the lessons her father had taught to her and her sister.
Those old, esoteric lessons that only someone as eccentric as him would bring to light.
He had shown them scary movies at young ages. Ages many would judge inappropiate for such violent and blood-soaked cinema. However, having worked in the movies industry as a prop designer, he had a better grasp on these bloody moments than most.
He would pause during a scene where someone had been decapitated, and played the movie frame by frame to illuminate where exactly the jumpcut had occured, where the actor had been swapped with a dummy.
He edified them on what squibs were, how they could be remotely detonated to simulate explosions of blood and gunfire peppering walls.
He described how computer generation was able to portray realistic scenarios on grander scales, to save on practical effect budgeting. Camera pannings of massacred civilians and soldiers in war movies, and such. At greater distances, they had learned, the resemblence between humans and their 3D-dummy counterparts were uncanny.
He described how the intestines spilling from underneath shirts were frequently made of marshmallows wrapped in latex, painted red and brown. The many wonders of what liquid latex and cotton could create in the department of rotten and charred flesh.
Krista and her sister had initially been bothered by his lessons, but both girls had grown accustomed to them as time passed. She knew her sister had grown excited by them, and admittedly, she had begun to enjoy them, too. The lessons were endearing, allowing the girls to have a much more adept understanding of the fine line between reality and media. She remembered her father telling them of his reasons, how important these lessons were to teach at such a young age. To imprint the brain wiring as it were.
As a result, she and her sister were seldom scared by books, movies, or even attractions at fairs and amusement parks around Halloween.
It had all been so terribly boring, but also wonderfully empowering. Seeing others cower in fear as she and her sister could stand back, and mentally note what caused the particularly gory scene to occur practically.
But...even if this was the case, there were still the fears they were born with, seemingly.
For her sister, Krystal hated spiders. She always had, and always would. She had never had any nasty run-in with the beasts as a child, nor had she gone through a traumatizing situation regarding the creatures. It seemed as though it was a spontaneous quality genetically inherited.
Krista, on the other hand, had a more...relevant fear. Something backed with a morbid potency that she could never seem to shake off, no matter how she tried to condition herself.
Skeletons.
Gristly, charred, clean, it didn't seem to matter. The mere sight of them had caused some intrinsic revulsion she had no control over, akin to a deep, primal fear such as falling, or loud noises.
Human skeletons, in particular.
She could attribute it to her childhood, unlike Krystal.
Their father had been showcasing a horror about pirhannas to them, and there had been one scene in particular that had deeply unsettled her, against her willpower.
There had been a set-up shot displaying the flow of a freshwater river. A black, jungle cow had been forced to ford the river, and had nearly sumberged everything but the very top of its head, as to allow its nostrils to breathe. The pallete had been grainy, and dark, the cinematography telling of some terrible, impending travesty.
The cow had begun moaning and mooing loudly, a myriad bubbles rising up from around it on all sides as the murky water quickly turned red. The terrible bleats of the creature sounded tortured, in the utmost agony. She had been shocked when it had emerged on the other side, scant amounts of muscles and nerves attached to the skeleton as the remnants of the chewed guts spilled from what had been its belly. The cow had staggered lamely across the ground for several feet, the terrible, silver fish flopping and still chewing at whatever remained on its skeletonized, still-living body. The sheer amount of blood was harrowing enough, but what truly unsettled her was the fact that the poor creature's head appeared perfectly intact, whilst nearly everything below was completely decimated.
It had collapsed to the ground pathetically, and breathed heavily for several more seconds before its still-beating heart was torn into by a fish, and it quickly bled out as the throacic cavity was breached.
Her sister had also thought the scene particularly unsettling, but their father had paused, and explained to them the magic of blue screen effects, in combination with a well-trained cow that had waded, in truth, across a river in Ohio. Not the Amazon.
Krystal had been awed by how realistic it had looked, and was interested to keep watching. Krista had hid her utter shock beneath a small smile, nodding at her father's information. She didn't dare tell them, and appear looking weaker than her sister.
Further down the line, a man had been climbing across a vine, and Krista had been watching wide-eyed and slack-jawed, cold sweat trickling down the nape of her young neck as she watched in anticipatory horror until the man fell in as the ominous music crescendoed.
She had squeezed her eyes shut, not looking as his horrified screams came to par with the cow's. After the cries had ceased, she had peeked out, just in time to see his gristle-coated skull float to the river bank, an eyeball hanging out and the jaw agape in silent horror.
Krystal had heard her dad chuckling at the scene, and had actually joined in at just how over-the-top it had been played out. Just to be sure, her father had been sure to show them the behind-the-scenes features in the movie menu, to add more than his own insight into the production process.
Krista absently stared at the ground as her sister and father had watched with intrigue, seeing the special effects used in the river scenes. She had looked up, a faraway gaze in her eyes to see the actor who had been devoured standing outside the river, covered in fake blood and wrapped in a blanket as he grinned widely into the camera. A producer had him hold up 'his' skull, as she explained how they had created the prop. The director commented on nonchalant things, like how the river had been cold, and the actors and actresses who had entered usually needed hot showers afterwards.
She hadn't been listening. Those horrible moments kept playing in her head on loops. As her dad and sister kept watching the behind the scenes footage, she had subconsciously curled into a ball onto the couch, feeling terrified even though her father sat directly next to her, and her sister next to him.
Nightmares came for years afterwards. Though she never dared relent, and tell her parents what they were about no matter how many times they had run in to her screaming. She remembered always looking across the room to her soundly sleeping sister, a hateful envy bubbling just beneath the surface of how easily she had shaken the movie away.
Every movie their father had showed them after that, she remained indefintely apprehensive of a monster eating someone, leaving only the bones behind in disgustingly quick fashions. A person falling into a vat of acid, to have their remains float to the top. A fiery explosion searing the flesh off those caught in it in borderline-cartoonish manners.
Of course, her father had explained everything away, and remained none the wiser to Krista's plight. Nor did her sister, or her mother. No one ever knew because she never told them.
No matter how much he had explained to her how fake it had all been, she could not shake the animal fear that they pierced her with. Because she knew skeletons were real. She avoided touching her eye socket edges, or even her teeth. The bump on the side of her wrist made her nauseous whenever she looked at it. She tried her best to avoid looking at people's kneecaps.
Even today, that deep, repressed fear lingered in dark places.
She had only ever told her therapist, one she claimed to see for unrelated reasons to her family, for which they fully supported her. She only told him because she knew he could tell no one else her disclosures by law.
'They couldn't hurt you', had always been the caveat of his sessions. 'Skeletons are a natural part of us, like muscles, and blood, and organs. None of those bother you, right?'
They didn't...but his rationalizations had never truly helped her.
She continued her low, careful steps, of which still echoed in the abject silence. A directory had pointed her to the north side in order to reach the food court, so that's where she went.
She at last reached a large, almost cavernous rotunda, filled to the brim with overturned tables and chairs. Surrounding the center were a variety of eateries, long since deserted, and coated with a fine layer of dust.
The first she approached was a Mexican food restaurant, the sign once neon and yellow as she ran her flashlight over the cheerful cartoon boy wearing a sombraro and holding a burrito. She mantled the counter, and slowly worked her way inside, moving her LED over the various equipment near the back used to prepare the food. A deep fryer, a tortilla press, a griddle.
She pressed into the back, making her way past the kitchen until she reached the metal door of what she presumed to be food storage. She opened the creaking door slowly, wincing as she heard even the modest noise reverberate throughout the food center. Peeking inside with the barrel of her gun, and the flashlight, she smiled upon seeing the metal racks of a pantry. On the shelves resided a select few cans of pinto beans, black beans, stale taco shells, moldy tortillas, cans of enchilada sauce, and various canned vegetables.
"Should have brought a bigger pack." She muttered to herself, although not allowing the elation of finding food to be lost on her empty stomach. With little thought, she tore open a package of the taco shells, and quickly began to crunch loudly upon them, savoring the hard, borderline-tasteless food more than anything. Although difficult to consume, she'd no doubt the meal would satisfy for a time, and possibly bolster her weak muscles until she found a way to properly open the cans.
Krista searched high and low for a can opener, yet to no purchase.
Tenatively, she extracted her bolo machete, and gazed upon it wistfully, wondering if she would waste more food in trying to open the cans than procure. As she continued to devour the stale shells, she began to fill her backpack to its brim, loading it heavily down with beans, vegetables, and even a large can of enchilada sauce, before she zipped it back up, and sighed contentedly.
Her luck appeared in her favor, it seemed. At her first try, she had already found enough food to feed her for a week if she rationed. She would make it a point to camp nearby, and keep salvaging non-perishables from the other eateries, still surrounding her and untouched by others.
She chuckled to herself as she climbed over the front counter once again, and dusted herself off as she began to make headway back with her pregnant backpack.
Though her pack was heavy, she found solace in the shells she continued munching on, still catching the flavors of grease and salt despite the expired nature of the taco constituents.
She remembered she had passed a camping store not too far back. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she could find a propane stove, and cook her meals to warm her cold insides. She could spend the night in a tent, and set up propane lanterns to illuminate the dreary place. She grinned, liking the idea.
Already, with more food in her system, she felt positive thoughts begin floating back to her, erecting the layout of plans she would practice in the coming days.
Collect as much food as she could. Salvage what supplies she wanted from the camping store. Load it all into a shopping cart, or a bigger rolling backpack. Whatever she could find.
Krista paused her steps, however, thinking she had heard something behind her.
She turned around, and unsurprisingly, there was nothing.
Perturbed, but not frightened, she chalked it up to the echoes of her own footfalls, reverberating in odd ways in the cave-like structure she walked through.
It had almost sounded like a clattering sound, though. Something far different than her rubber soles connecting to the linoleum below.
Not metallic clattering, though. Nothing so brazen or loud.
It sounded vaguely more subtle...like someone was dropping sticks upon other sticks.
All the same, she shrugged it off, and found the camping store after a significant amount of backtracking. She shone her flashlight inside, pleasantly surprised to see just how untouched the place appeared. Displays were still up, and boxes were still neatly organized on shelves.
Her light glazed over something white, a creamy pale and standing slightly taller than her.
Two orbits resided within, in the brief second they had been illuminated, she was convinced they were eyes.
Shooting the light hurriedly back, she breathed a small sigh of relief to see it was just another mannequin, dressed in a fisherman's overalls and wearing a bucket hat. He was holding a fishing rod in one hand, appearing in the motion of mid-cast.
"You're alone..." She murmured, reassuring herself. "Relax."
Krista began to rummage through the various displays, searching for the items most befitting of her future endeavors. In her search, she managed to scrounge propane tanks, a propane lantern, a tent in its packaging, a sleeping bag, a propane stove, and a swiss army knife. She was ecstatic to find it did, indeed, have a can opener module among several other features.
Screwing a tank into the lantern, she watched the two yellow orbs within begin to heat up, and gradually become brighter until they glowed white-hot, lighting up nearly the entire store.
Smiling in satisfaction, she turned her rifle's flashlight off, and looked to the gear she had taken.
"Just gotta find a way to move the rest of this..." She muttered, peering at the items quizzically as she finished the last of her taco shells, and dropped the plastic wrappings they had been housed in to the floor. Her growling stomach had finally seemed to quiet. But she still desired more substantial nutrition, nonetheless.
However, Krista wished to deploy the stove before doing anything else. Even if it meant waiting a bit longer for her food to be ready, she would much prefer hot beans to cold.
Update: The Case Opening simulator is unfortunately down. I don't have any webhosts to use. I am working on getting another in the near future. Hey guys, During my free time I made a Case Opening Simulator for CS:GO. Find it here: Link 1 Link 2 (The original link contains a bad word, hence the URL redirect.) EDIT: The original got far too popular so I've switched it to a new temporary domain Opening a CS:GO case will give an average of return 60% of the cost of opening the case. This means your expected to open $60 dollars of skins from $100 spent on cases and keys. Most would say that opening cases is a complete scam, and they are definitely on to something. CS:GO Case Simulator KNIFE ONLY by fermer721; CS:GO Case Simulator by DubziDood; CS:GO Case Simulator Knife Remix by TheBeastmodian; CS:GO Case Simulator - OP Edition by cs218992; When you go to sleep at night! And you wake up in the morning! by 20tfurness; KNIFE SIMULATOR CSGO by RogueCreator; Case Clicker 2.0 by C-cant_scratch; CS:GO Case CSGO NET - The Most Profitable CS: GO Case Opening Site! You will find more than 100 cases! Instant withdrawal on Steam! Come in :) Free CSGO Case Opener. Step #1. The first thing you need to do is choose a CSGO case. It can be any case as all of the cases are free on our website. Step #2. Once you click on “Open for free”, click on the open case button which will start the spinning of components of the case. Step #3 CSGOLive.com is a CSGO skins case opening website where you can open cases for multiple games (DOTA/CS:GO/VGO). Our cases give great odds on the best items from the sought after Dragon Lore, Medusa and much, much more Csgocases.com - Open CS:GO cases and get the best csgo skins! Probably the best case opening website in the web. Drop your dreamed skins. Pay by SMS. Insane skins are waiting for you! CS:GO Case Simulator, Open any crate for free. This is beta version of updated Case Simulator. Some features from original simulator were not imported yet, some of them probably would not be added. Instead of this I would rather have options or drop chance options, such as in your case you could make the chance of a knife dropping a 100 percent chance. I wouldn't bother making a whole other simulator for just knives, but instead add an options button so you can change the drop chances of blues, purples, pinks, reds, knives, and the same for stickers.
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