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Stimpacks I'm brought down a long dimly lit hallway, a g-man is a few strides ahead of me. "You've really done it this time" I think "Why did you have to report that U.F.O. wreckage?" We arrive at the end of the hallway and the g-man opens the door, and I'm momentarily blinded by bright lights. As I step into the room and my eyes readjust I see about a dozen men standing around a box on a tarp. In the box and on the tarp are bits of metal of various sizes, some fabrics, aluminum, tin, and assorted other foils, as well as several kitchen appliances. "Sir can you recognize this debris as the wreckage you saw in your field?" "Ah yeah, that's the stuff." Mead
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This is like learning my parents had a favorite child and it wasn't me all over again
Historical Wizards fucked around with this message at 19:11 on Feb 8, 2017 |
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