I think I might lock myself in my lab for the end of October. I'm not keen on getting eaten. Been there, all but did that, still feeling twinges on bad days.
On the other hand, baseball stories! I'd tell one of my own but I doubt it'd be as funny.
Parasites of all kinds are less than pleasant. But nothing beat the Magog. You die knowing you just killed your entire family and friends too. Unless they're kind enough to *miming pulling a trigger at his head*
It's less the game and more people getting crucified in the cheap seats that ruins the happy mood.
There are perks! Coffee, hot showers, your own quarters. Oh, and breathable air, that's a biggie.
Probably. According to my math I'm from about 3000 years or so in the future. If people start talking about genetic engineering as the way of the future? Get the hell outta dodge.
On the other hand, baseball stories! I'd tell one of my own but I doubt it'd be as funny.
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It's, uh, it's not exactly a first-hand account, y'understand...
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None of the happy ones are.
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Y'sound like a Red Sox fan...
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I am from Boston.
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Thought so... Nobody else equates baseball with the total absence of happiness quite like Red Sox fans.
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It's less the game and more people getting crucified in the cheap seats that ruins the happy mood.
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... see above comment.
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Pretty sure it's like that everywhere.
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... well, maybe Philadelphia.
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And New York and pretty much anywhere controlled by the Dragans, aaand that would be all of Earth.
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You must be from one of those fun alternate universes.
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Probably. According to my math I'm from about 3000 years or so in the future. If people start talking about genetic engineering as the way of the future? Get the hell outta dodge.
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Actually...? I kinda prefer leavin' the genetic tinkering to nature.
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Shame nobody else will. Me, I'm proud to be an un-modified human.
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You could form a club, maybe?
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