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Rambler
Legacy Name: Rambler

The

Graveyard Tigrean
Owner: Ellie

Age: 20 years, 1 week, 5 days

Born: March 6th, 2006

Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 3rd, 2011

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January 29th

Statistics

Level: 4
Strength: 7
Defense: 11
Speed: 11
Health: 8
HP: 10/8
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

ramÂ·bler
noun
1. a person who walks for pleasure, especially in the countryside.
synonyms: walker, hiker, backpacker, wanderer, rover; literary wayfarer.
"for two years, he and his dog were a pair of carefree ramblers"

The setting sun was peeking through the dusty blinds of the hotel room. Rambler outed a cigarette in the tin ashtray beside the bed. One too many bar fights had mangled his body by this point and caused him constant stiffness. Crossing the room, his swaggering walk added to his mysterious aura. He was one of those fellows you just knew not to cross. That “bad boy” demeanor drew the ladies to him, which also meant trouble often followed. Thus, he rambled.

Rambler swept into this town about three months ago, sadly he had run his welcome out now. He didn’t know what exactly the last straw was. Maybe it was the fact he scammed the local bookie on a ponzi scheme and his boys were out looking for him. It could be that when he left his crummy little job at the restaurant yesterday, he took every single tip out of the jar. It was only forty bucks and less than what they owed him. Most likely though, it was the fact that the preacher’s daughter was discovered in a dark booth with him last night at the local bar. One thing for sure, that preacher had one hell of a left hook.

On to the next town!

Ramlin' Man

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

My father was a gambler down in Georgia,
And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway 41.

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin',
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord
Them Delta women think the world of me.

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

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