by Brnin8r » Wed Jan 21, 2009 3:46 pm
Gary nodded, "Indeed...but if we're to get it fast enough, that means we won't have time to rally anyone else. I have all the plans for the operation filled out and calculated, but I will need your guys' help. Do you think you can do it?" he posed the question to everyone.
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Sariah's hardened stomach never gave Alana any peace. Soon Alana's hands were bleeding and she could feel herself wearing out. "Keep fighting!!" she said as she grabbed Alana's head and threw it into her kneecap as Sariah thrust her knee up into Alana's nose to heighten the damage.
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((Must......resist....urge....nerdity....rising....*sighs*...A NEWCOMER HAS APPEARED!!!))
--Somewhere in Southern Utah--
A girl's patrol had been assigned to the re-evaluation of a certain ghost town. They were tasked with determining if it would be a suitable expansion for their base from the Rocky Mountains, North of where they were. If all was green on their checklist, they would easily secure their foothold on the Texas/New Mexico frontline.
Their jeep rumbled on in the distance, kicking up dust wherever it drove. "When are we going to be finished?" one asked, "When we determine that this deadwood shanty-filled hellhole really doesn't have people." replied the driver. "Sometimes I hate it when the Mother asks us to be so thorough..." the questioner complained.
In the clocktower of the Mayoral center of town, a lone figure spied upon the meager convoy. His frequency remitter turning their distant, garbled conversation into crystal clear words.
It's not about how much dough you make -- it's about how delicious a pizza you eat at the end.
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