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This wasn't quite what I had in mind when I got recruited into his little army... They said I'd be a hero and able to return to the motherland. Yet, here I am, at some school, having applied to be a teacher. Atleast... I think? That man who interviewed me seemed... .... insane.
It's very different here. The technology is far more advanced. But why...? I don't get it. Hopefully someone will fill me in on everything instead of oranges and big shells.
I suppose there's really no going back now... I have nothing left there. No rank, no money, no protection. Has it really been that long...?
Can I still make it in life? I guess I'll find out now.
It's.. nice to have a new home, a clean slate, I suppose. No one needs to know of my past. I don't need to be humiliated any further than I already have been.
... Although I wonder, would he want me to be doing this?
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[The video starts with Raikov fiddling with the weird device he's been given. He notices a red flashing light and blinks. A recording device...? When he speaks, you can hear that the Raiden-lookalike has a very slight Russian accent.]
Is this thing on..? Hello? Can anyone here me?
[He taps the screen, narrowing his eyes as he inspects it]
I would... ah... like some information. I applied for the position of teaching art but the man I spoke to only wanted to discuss oranges and giant shells. I would prefer someone sane please, unless I have been directed to an insane asylum?
This wasn't quite what I had in mind when I got recruited into his little army... They said I'd be a hero and able to return to the motherland. Yet, here I am, at some school, having applied to be a teacher. Atleast... I think? That man who interviewed me seemed... .... insane.
It's very different here. The technology is far more advanced. But why...? I don't get it. Hopefully someone will fill me in on everything instead of oranges and big shells.
I suppose there's really no going back now... I have nothing left there. No rank, no money, no protection. Has it really been that long...?
Can I still make it in life? I guess I'll find out now.
It's.. nice to have a new home, a clean slate, I suppose. No one needs to know of my past. I don't need to be humiliated any further than I already have been.
... Although I wonder, would he want me to be doing this?
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[The video starts with Raikov fiddling with the weird device he's been given. He notices a red flashing light and blinks. A recording device...? When he speaks, you can hear that the Raiden-lookalike has a very slight Russian accent.]
Is this thing on..? Hello? Can anyone here me?
[He taps the screen, narrowing his eyes as he inspects it]
I would... ah... like some information. I applied for the position of teaching art but the man I spoke to only wanted to discuss oranges and giant shells. I would prefer someone sane please, unless I have been directed to an insane asylum?