| TM 135 - Inheritance |
[Jul. 17th, 2006|11:26 pm] |
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( Dad )
OOC: No, this isn't exactly canon, just a random idea I had when I saw the topic, but hope it works for him. |
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| TM 129 - When I awoke the next morning... |
[Jun. 6th, 2006|02:15 pm] |
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Okay, so I woke up expecting a helluva lot of pain, but I felt fine. That was weird. When the last thing you remember is a big freaking tank firing at you, pain's pretty much a given, yeah? Then I looked down at myself. And through myself. Yeah, I was see-through. I'm a God-damn ghost! A ghost! Christ, I thought things couldn't get much worse, but as usual they did. This is why I freaking hate being in the army. I mean, we all sign up to fight aliens, but suddenly the aliens are all gone and we're fighting other humans, just ones that wear a different colour of armour! Does anyone have a freaking clue WHY we're fighting the Reds? Seriously, why? And why in God's name did they send us such an idiot newbie that KILLS HIS OWN TEAM WITH OUR TANK?!?! That's it, Caboose is getting haunted until he goes mad with terror and has to get locked up. Or until I get really, really bored. Hell, looks like I'm staying around anyway, the whole 'afterlife' thing sounds like too much effort. And those two retards would be lost without me to tell 'em what to do. Hmm, wonder if I can posess people and stuff. That might be fun... |
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