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paradisa2013-01-16 06:21 pm
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Wonder-F'ing Land : Dictated
Hey... has anyone figured out a way out of this place yet? Is anyone trying?
And if not, maybe at least a clue as to what the hell is going on...
Are any of you guys here too or am I just extra lucky to be on my own?
Do you mind if I ask you some questions... there's something that's been bugging me.
I know right now may not be the best time, seeing as I'm stuck wandering around in this goofy as shit place. But I have no idea how long I'm stuck here, so I guess it seems as good a time as any.
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The red and blue armies are used for simulations.
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...what?
[there's that creeping dread squirming in the back of his mind. Something in the world is about to go _wrong_. What was it Tucker had said way back then... about Vic...
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Blood Gulch was nothing more than a Freelancer run training facility.
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...No fuckin' way
[Holy Shit... Tucker was right. For once in his life, that son of a bitch got something right!]
Freelancer run?
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And it's definitely Freelancer run, but your canyon was different. The other Freelancers don't know because of timeline issues. I know because I come from your future.
And York knows because of other simulation troopers here in the past, including you.
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So what... everyone at Sidewinder was killed so Tex could get some fuckin' target practice?
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I DIED for NOTHING! FUCK!
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!
It was bad enough when it was at least an accident in a war that meant something...
Son of a bitch!
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But Church, I need to tell you something. You aren't dead at all. You just aren't human. Neither was Tex.
I know you're not going to believe me, we had this talk already at home.
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No no no... this wasn't happening. He felt like he was hyperventilating, can ghosts hyperventilate? Shit! It was this place. That must be it... it's all fucked up, it must be messing with the journal messages. Screwing them up. Somehow, that made perfect sense. Right... ]
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