Confetti fluttered through the air, coming down on streets packed with celebrating people singing joyfully. "Happy World Peace Day!" somebody yelled at the Major as he watched the proceedings from the sidewalk through lidded eyes.
"Ja. Danke," he said, teeth gritted. However Adrian Veidt had accomplished this atrocity, the Major was going to utterly destroy him for it.
Deep within the Earth, something has gone horribly wrong. The ancient process of continental drift has suddenly accelerated drastically! Driven by titanic elemental forces, tectonic plates begin to move faster and faster... until Africa and North America are on a collision course for doom!
Staring, Harvey shook his head. "You know, most kids, when they get a jigsaw puzzle of a world map, they just put it together normally."
On one level, being removed from his Battalion and all his resources was greatly inconvenient. Yet on another, being Ported had been a greatly rewarding experience for the Major: it had forced him to rediscover the simple pleasures of doing certain things for himself.
"Hey Major," Jan asked. "What's with all the fucking styrofoam and gasoline?"
"Essential supplies, Herr Valentine." The Major smiled as he handed Jan a pair of goggles. "We're going to be doing a little bit of cooking." As far as simple, fun, and satisfying homemade recipes went, it was hard to beat napalm.
"Why do you need new sheets?" Harvey frowned. "You're not making another costume, are you? You know you can't be superheroing, it's too dangerous."
"Hey! I resent these unfounded accusations," Calvin said. "I just spilled something on the old ones and can't get the stain out. Hence, new sheets."
Harvey's eyes narrowed. "Okay, fine. What kind of sheets were you thinking of?"
"Bright, heroic crimson! And not too big, either. Like, if I were to hypothetically tie it around my neck, it shouldn't cause me to trip while runn- hey! Hey, where are you going? Harvey!"
So many years and so many lives, and yet his suit was still spotless. No stains were visible on its immaculate white surface. The Major considered it a testament to his intelligence and skill, to have threaded a path through a lifetime of war and emerged with no blood on him... yet an ocean of it behind him.
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"Ja. Danke," he said, teeth gritted. However Adrian Veidt had accomplished this atrocity, the Major was going to utterly destroy him for it.
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Staring, Harvey shook his head. "You know, most kids, when they get a jigsaw puzzle of a world map, they just put it together normally."
Absorbed in the apocalypse, Calvin took no heed.
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"Hey Major," Jan asked. "What's with all the fucking styrofoam and gasoline?"
"Essential supplies, Herr Valentine." The Major smiled as he handed Jan a pair of goggles. "We're going to be doing a little bit of cooking." As far as simple, fun, and satisfying homemade recipes went, it was hard to beat napalm.
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"Hey! I resent these unfounded accusations," Calvin said. "I just spilled something on the old ones and can't get the stain out. Hence, new sheets."
Harvey's eyes narrowed. "Okay, fine. What kind of sheets were you thinking of?"
"Bright, heroic crimson! And not too big, either. Like, if I were to hypothetically tie it around my neck, it shouldn't cause me to trip while runn- hey! Hey, where are you going? Harvey!"
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