Well then, who is going to post next?
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Whose turn is it?
At the mention of civilian life, Wayne frowned. That wasn't much of a life for him. However, his mood immediately improved at the mention of benefits, and he actually cracked a smile when the word "food" came out of the toon's mouth. "Hey, a hot meal sounds like heaven right now. Anything to warm me up. I feel like a damn popsicle."
He stretched his neck over to Director King, his head about a foot away. "Come on, where's the kitchen? You look like they feed you well." He said, jokingly reaching out to pat King on his stomach.
He stretched his neck over to Director King, his head about a foot away. "Come on, where's the kitchen? You look like they feed you well." He said, jokingly reaching out to pat King on his stomach.
Wayne finally stopped cursing long enough to listen to the other "recruits" respond to the big reveal. This "Director King" guy seemed pretty confident that they would all just line up and follow orders. He groaned. He could start to feel how hungry he was. How many hours had it been since he had been taken? And being put on ice didn't help either.
With the drop in temperature, he was finally able to focus his finger into a lockpick, and he easily opened his restraints and stepped out of the big ice truck. Immediately some of the agents pointed their weapons at him. He brushed some frost off of himself and rubbed his hands together, acting confident and unphased by the men who were armed and ready to out him down.
Looking around the hangar, he noticed helicopters and a few military vehicles. Obviously it was no joke, and they had some real funding. "So why haven't we ever heard of this project?" He asked Director King directly.
With the drop in temperature, he was finally able to focus his finger into a lockpick, and he easily opened his restraints and stepped out of the big ice truck. Immediately some of the agents pointed their weapons at him. He brushed some frost off of himself and rubbed his hands together, acting confident and unphased by the men who were armed and ready to out him down.
Looking around the hangar, he noticed helicopters and a few military vehicles. Obviously it was no joke, and they had some real funding. "So why haven't we ever heard of this project?" He asked Director King directly.
I believe it's my turn, but if @Kaesus wants to go, I'm seriously tired. I'm writing a post should have one up tonight.
Guys, I'm super blazed right now. I don't have kids so I can't parade their achievements or decisions, but I just had a really scary dream about bugs. Like, Discovery channel level of detail about giant ass bugs.
Anyway, you guys rock.
Anyway, you guys rock.
Where are you guys at?
*starts making clicking and gurgling noises*
I'm still here, lurking like a creature in the shadows. ;)
So how's it going guys, gals, and goobers?
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