sixth
[The communicator clicks onto the video function, but the view is nothing helpful, other than telling it's location. Ladies and gentlemen, you're staring at the bottom of an old rickety bed, and some mold spots could be seen on the wood.
Off to the distance, a voice could be heard grunting from time to time, and counting.]
five ninety one..five ninety two..five ninety three..
[Guess whose working off all that energy he always has since he's keeping himself indoors?]
five ninety four..five ninety five..
[And guess who wound up losing the communicator under the bed again?]
five ninety six..five ninety seven..five ninety eight..
[Before the SOLDIER could reach six hundred squats, the transmission timed out.]
(ooc: Responses will be after he's finished and refound the communicator XD It keeps popping out of his pocket like it has a mind of his own and his boots keep kicking it under the bed. Oh poor Zack..)
Off to the distance, a voice could be heard grunting from time to time, and counting.]
five ninety one..five ninety two..five ninety three..
[Guess whose working off all that energy he always has since he's keeping himself indoors?]
five ninety four..five ninety five..
[And guess who wound up losing the communicator under the bed again?]
five ninety six..five ninety seven..five ninety eight..
[Before the SOLDIER could reach six hundred squats, the transmission timed out.]
(ooc: Responses will be after he's finished and refound the communicator XD It keeps popping out of his pocket like it has a mind of his own and his boots keep kicking it under the bed. Oh poor Zack..)