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"Wait. Do you guys hear that?" [b]It was the thunder like noise again. Except this time the ground was shaking. It was almost like an earthquake. Then they see it come out of the cave.[/b]
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"Welp. Simmons! Time to kiss my ass and go first."
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"Uh. Sir yes sir?" "TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLL!" screamed Grif at the top of his lungs. " Alright this has been eventful now everyone run!"
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"Hey! I give the orders around here. Now, run!" [b]Sarge begins sprinting away [/b]
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"Way ahead of you ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Esta mas feo que tu madre. Yo lo voy a matar!" [b]Lopez rushes the troll and gets stepped on and crushed immediately[/b] "Lopez! Noooooooooo!" "It's too late just go. We have to warn the ah....dammit stupid tree I almost tripped. Wait where did that tree come from?" [b]The troll was throwing trees as he chased them.[/b]
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"SOMEONE SAY TREES? Holy mother of- SIMMONS you know what to do!"
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"Sir you're gonna need to clarify"
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"GODDAMMIT SIMMONS YOU'RE USELESS!"
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"Sorry sir I just haven't out in the field in a while. Remember? Grif and retired 2 years ago. For some reason they wanted us back."
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"No one needs to know about that!" [b]Glances at invisible camera [/b]
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"Right, what are you looking at?" "I'm not even concerned about that. I just don't understand why we're still running. Sure we're getting a good workout but nothings chasing us anymore." [b]Grif catches up out of breath. He's breathing heavily.[/b] "Ok...I...just need...a second."
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[b]Sarge comes to a sudden halt.[/b] "It's gone?"
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"Hold on a second. You mean to tell me that the giant man eating monster that was just chasing us decided to stop for no reason and disappear? I like the sound of that." "Now we can't jump to conclusions. There has to be a reason it's gone." "Now would you look at that. The sun's finally out." "Wait, don't trolls turn to stone in the sun?" "Simmons, how and why do you know that?" "What? I'm into folklore and fantasy." "Guys, we just found a way to kill this thing, but it means staying here another night."
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"Excellent works Simmons. Grif, next time fight the damn thing!"
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"Right. Risk my own life to fight a giant beast so you survive. Sure Sarge. Whatever you say"
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"Good man Simmons! I mean Uh Grif. Now, Donut, can you get Reinforcements?"
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Edited by DilapidatedLion: 10/6/2016 11:09:14 AM"You mean those things you put on paper when the holes rip? I don't know why you would need them, but I'm always prepared Sarge!" [spoiler]I won't be able to reply soon because I have school, so sorry but we can continue later![/spoiler]
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[b]Sarge sighs. [/b] "Okay Donut..."
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"Umm Donut, I think he meant radio for backup." "But my radio broke remember? You guys never even let me use it either." "That's because you only used it to buy infomercial products. There's still a bunch of unopened crates at the base. Speaking of bases, what do you think the blues are up to?" "Oh no! We left the bases unattended with the blues still there! Dammit Grif you had one job!"
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"It's national blame Grif for everything today? By God I forgot!"
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[spoiler]I wrote something new so you can reply to it. It's the one where they all wake up in different rooms just so you know.[/spoiler]
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"Why is it always me?" [b]Sarge pulls out a shotgun.[/b] "Get over here Grif!" "No get the hell away from me!" [b]Sarge chases Grif through the forest until Grif runs into something.[/b] "OW! What the hell?" "Grif you piece of....what is that?" "I think it's what was chasing us." [b]Simmons and Donut catch up to Sarge and Grif[/b] "Grif are you okay? Umm, is that the troll?" "Yeah. Why is it stone?" "Remember I told you it turns to stone if it comes into contact with sunlight?" "What? Oh yeah, sure Simmons. Whatever." "Well we should probably head back and report this now?" [b]8 squads of black armored soldiers appear[/b] "Freeze! You're all in violation of section 31 rule 529." "What's that?" "We ask the questions here! Now come with us. Squads 5 and 6 stay here and clean up this mess. No evidence."
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"Oh God my head hurts. Sarge? Grif? Anyone?" [b]Everyone wakes up in different rooms, all asking the same question. [i]Where are we?[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]My bee [/spoiler] "The hell?! Simmons! Grif? DONUT!"
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[b]The door opens and 2 armed men walk in followed by a man who appears to be a scientist. He has some sort of injection in his hand.[/b] "Uh. Just do you know, I've never been fond of getting shot. Even less fond of the medical kind."