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"A Russian with a bear if you want the short version."
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"Holy -blam!-, that happen last CRAP?"
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[b][i]He laughs.[/i][/b] "No, no. This happened when I was about... 12. 13 maybe?"
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"Shit man, you a Russian? Or you piss off the wrong people somehow?"
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"I'm guessing you want the full story? And I'm Jamaican."
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"That'd be great"
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[spoiler]just read my bio.[/spoiler] [b][i]He tells the story of his past, about what the project was meant to do and how many powerful ones grouped together to rule people. He talks about how he was forced to kill, and how he met the greyhound.[/i][/b] "And it was for an experiment!"
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"Jesus man"
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"I know! -blam!-ing insane."
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"Yeah eh" [b]He says, a slight Canadian stereotypical accent showing[/b]
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"Canadian I assume?"
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"Yeah, Yellowknife citizen. Well, a few hours east. Hence why I'm fine with the CRAP"
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"Well, you may have been good with bears. I might not have gotten them if you were there."
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"Yeah, I've dealt with a few. Never been a great hunter though, so my dad always wanted me to fix the engine for the car. That's why I'm good with machines"
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"Wait. If we're all being sent to the same planet, couldn't we just group up?"
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"Yeah, theoretically. Although I usually play more a lone wolf in combat, or a support role"
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"I'm a scout. Hit them hard, hit them fast, and disappear."
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"Personally, I just get in a mech and start killing shit.L
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"Seems like it works pretty effectively."
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"Has thus far"
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[b][i]He get up.[/i][/b] "Well, I'm going to the dorms."
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"Aight man"
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[i][b]He exits, a bottle of rum taken from a server[/b][/i]
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((End))