I need to find Al and get the hell out of here...
I hate it here. No really, I really really hate it here. I worked all
this time to get the things we've wanted, only to get sent here on
some idiot's screwed up dispatch?! And you know, you'd think that
jackass of a Colonel would have the sense to realize we've gone
missing, and maybe help us the hell out of this freakshow. But he's
probably too damn busy schmoozing up women.
I know how it'd go anyhow. "Oh Fullmetal Midget, have you gotten lost
with the little kids at summer camp? I came to find you but you were
so small I didn't see you. Oh well." Stupid asshole. I swear, when I
manage to figure out just what the hell is going on here, and get
out... Oh they're all gonna get it.
What, is this one of your damn missions again Mustang? Are you reading
this and laughing your ass off while I'm stuck here doing your dirty
work?! And dirty it freaking is. There's zombies and blood, and it's a
freaking nasty hassle. Every time I try to use alchemy, more of the
things show up.
Not to mention the OTHER people here. I swear, if I wake up with that
freaky little kid with the headband on, staring at me one more time,
I'm going to meld him with the damn wall.
You know what else sucks, and I hope you're reading this Mustang, and
keeping in mind that I'm going to punch you in the face. There's crap
to drink. Nasty water. Weird milk. And I HATE milk, but I'd drink even
that crap, just for something decent. This has to be one of his tests,
one of his stupid little manipulatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. WHAT THE FUCK.
Blood just splattered all over the damn key board and ttttttttttthe t
keeps sticking. Oh my God. I'm going to beat them ALL. This is
disgusting, obnoxious, and I've had aboutttttttttttttt enough!!!
this time to get the things we've wanted, only to get sent here on
some idiot's screwed up dispatch?! And you know, you'd think that
jackass of a Colonel would have the sense to realize we've gone
missing, and maybe help us the hell out of this freakshow. But he's
probably too damn busy schmoozing up women.
I know how it'd go anyhow. "Oh Fullmetal Midget, have you gotten lost
with the little kids at summer camp? I came to find you but you were
so small I didn't see you. Oh well." Stupid asshole. I swear, when I
manage to figure out just what the hell is going on here, and get
out... Oh they're all gonna get it.
What, is this one of your damn missions again Mustang? Are you reading
this and laughing your ass off while I'm stuck here doing your dirty
work?! And dirty it freaking is. There's zombies and blood, and it's a
freaking nasty hassle. Every time I try to use alchemy, more of the
things show up.
Not to mention the OTHER people here. I swear, if I wake up with that
freaky little kid with the headband on, staring at me one more time,
I'm going to meld him with the damn wall.
You know what else sucks, and I hope you're reading this Mustang, and
keeping in mind that I'm going to punch you in the face. There's crap
to drink. Nasty water. Weird milk. And I HATE milk, but I'd drink even
that crap, just for something decent. This has to be one of his tests,
one of his stupid little manipulatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. WHAT THE FUCK.
Blood just splattered all over the damn key board and ttttttttttthe t
keeps sticking. Oh my God. I'm going to beat them ALL. This is
disgusting, obnoxious, and I've had aboutttttttttttttt enough!!!