"No! This is too much!" A door opens, and a stocky someone on a mobile walks in. Flailing. "I've already said I'd do England if I could! I want a proper English tea, so you know, you can - hey, you still there? Kyle? Are you-"

The guy finally realises that whatever room he thought he was going to be entering, it sure as hell isn't this one. Either ( Read more... )

There is a table.

On the table, is a bucket. It's a red bucket, with a white biohazard symbol on it. There's nothing remarkable, besides the fact it appears very heavy. It seems to be made out of something that could, say...survive a direct nuclear strike.

It also has a lid, tightly sealed.

There's muffled gloop sounds coming from it, and, despite ( Read more... )

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There's this guy, sitting at the bar ( Read more... )

Suskei has never been one to pass up a moment of peace and solitude, no matter how hectic the day is. He's also never been one to let on how bad it's been either ( Read more... )