steven and stephen and the women that seperate us
I said I know everybody funny, now you funny too.
Yeah, I fucking left Little Mill Road to spend one fucking summer with my dad. But yanno what? He was hardly there. I get to play with Grandma and my cousins tho... now grandma isnt here. I hate that summer with a passion. Losing the oddball steven that seems to embody my miscarriage of a big brother, Sean Cole. It wasnt long after I ended up moving from Little Mill to Hurt Bridge. How fitting eh?
Then came Stephen, the fastest turtle youll ever meet.
Platoon O-Dawgs:
Brad "Tack-Boy" Green
Daniel "Sweat-Band" Johnson
Pete "Tzar K" Kuter
Stephen "Frog-Boy" Turner
and me... "Waldo"
Tiffany, Mindy, Jamie... fate at its worst
I managed to find a Doc, that helped me slow my mind down and counteract the implants.
Tackboy and Sweatband were reassigned to another squad and so was I,
but I vowed to regroup with the Dawgs.
I was happy in the french flower quarter and with the comets.
I kept up communications with the Tzar and Frog-Boy.
I remember the little scottish lass that was assigned to our barracks. Heidi was her name.
The boys and the ladies at the chow hall gave her a hella time.
I took her under my wing and she ended up bunking with me. Talk about awkward.
Then we all received orders to transfer across the river, everyone but Heidi that is.
I'll admit I grew attached to her, but not as attracted as I was to Michael "Grimblen".
That little boy was hot and he didnt have glasses, he'd prolly make air force and/or spec ops.
St. Peters, the name says it all dont you think. Fort Zumwalt, I grew paranoid. My mind racked with cabin fever. I wasnt trained for this, I felt suffacated. It wasnt long before the insubordination slips started stacking up. Then came the emergency priority notice. I wonder, if I knew I was carelessly wasting government funds. Either way, it was my way of getting back at them for not only seperating me AGAIN but also a dose of revenge for the experiements they were doing with my mind. I had packed my bag with maps and can goods allready to go AWOL. Then M.O.T.H.E.R. showed up. Sometimes being a double-agent aint so bad.
S.I.S. AKA S.S. NIKKI now had the large room and to this day the Queen says she outranks me. We were stationed in Iberia. Turned out that Mindy had gone rogue, joined some enemy cultists, and had been attacking the Mothership for awhile, no big surprise there.
But like i said, being a double-agent aint so bad.
I was actually happy when things went sour and operation M.O.T.H.E.R. was disbanded.
The Tzar and his family let me movein and I got my DAWG tags afterall.
Then the prodigal big brother moved back in with his bandit gang.
Darn, right I hightailed it outta there and hid near BumKin Square for awhile.
I got a job with the Italian Redhats. Shit, went sour again, so I visited the Tzar and his family.
They were so reluctant to let me back in that ol' Frog-Boy came to my rescue.
He had been promoted and much better trained by the United States.
I soon discovered he had become quite the agent himself.
They set me up with three new identities and they all flopped.
The f1rst one was the best tho. I had a fiance and a daughter.
It's just too bad the 3 of us were still going thru shell-shock.
The Tzar fell victim to drugs and later hung himself with a corporate tie off the corporate latter.
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"fucking typos"
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P.S.
a blue dragonfly saves my ant character
ant character evolves into a wasp
***edit*
he DREAMED he was a dragon fly
can anyone say ICHNUEMON FLY?
Yeah, I fucking left Little Mill Road to spend one fucking summer with my dad. But yanno what? He was hardly there. I get to play with Grandma and my cousins tho... now grandma isnt here. I hate that summer with a passion. Losing the oddball steven that seems to embody my miscarriage of a big brother, Sean Cole. It wasnt long after I ended up moving from Little Mill to Hurt Bridge. How fitting eh?
Then came Stephen, the fastest turtle youll ever meet.
Platoon O-Dawgs:
Brad "Tack-Boy" Green
Daniel "Sweat-Band" Johnson
Pete "Tzar K" Kuter
Stephen "Frog-Boy" Turner
and me... "Waldo"
Tiffany, Mindy, Jamie... fate at its worst
I managed to find a Doc, that helped me slow my mind down and counteract the implants.
Tackboy and Sweatband were reassigned to another squad and so was I,
but I vowed to regroup with the Dawgs.
I was happy in the french flower quarter and with the comets.
I kept up communications with the Tzar and Frog-Boy.
I remember the little scottish lass that was assigned to our barracks. Heidi was her name.
The boys and the ladies at the chow hall gave her a hella time.
I took her under my wing and she ended up bunking with me. Talk about awkward.
Then we all received orders to transfer across the river, everyone but Heidi that is.
I'll admit I grew attached to her, but not as attracted as I was to Michael "Grimblen".
That little boy was hot and he didnt have glasses, he'd prolly make air force and/or spec ops.
St. Peters, the name says it all dont you think. Fort Zumwalt, I grew paranoid. My mind racked with cabin fever. I wasnt trained for this, I felt suffacated. It wasnt long before the insubordination slips started stacking up. Then came the emergency priority notice. I wonder, if I knew I was carelessly wasting government funds. Either way, it was my way of getting back at them for not only seperating me AGAIN but also a dose of revenge for the experiements they were doing with my mind. I had packed my bag with maps and can goods allready to go AWOL. Then M.O.T.H.E.R. showed up. Sometimes being a double-agent aint so bad.
S.I.S. AKA S.S. NIKKI now had the large room and to this day the Queen says she outranks me. We were stationed in Iberia. Turned out that Mindy had gone rogue, joined some enemy cultists, and had been attacking the Mothership for awhile, no big surprise there.
But like i said, being a double-agent aint so bad.
I was actually happy when things went sour and operation M.O.T.H.E.R. was disbanded.
The Tzar and his family let me movein and I got my DAWG tags afterall.
Then the prodigal big brother moved back in with his bandit gang.
Darn, right I hightailed it outta there and hid near BumKin Square for awhile.
I got a job with the Italian Redhats. Shit, went sour again, so I visited the Tzar and his family.
They were so reluctant to let me back in that ol' Frog-Boy came to my rescue.
He had been promoted and much better trained by the United States.
I soon discovered he had become quite the agent himself.
They set me up with three new identities and they all flopped.
The f1rst one was the best tho. I had a fiance and a daughter.
It's just too bad the 3 of us were still going thru shell-shock.
The Tzar fell victim to drugs and later hung himself with a corporate tie off the corporate latter.
***edit***
"fucking typos"
***edit***
---
P.S.
a blue dragonfly saves my ant character
ant character evolves into a wasp
***edit*
he DREAMED he was a dragon fly
can anyone say ICHNUEMON FLY?