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I been here a long time, but I will never get used to this place.
Yesterday I went into the training room and found some dead bodies. Poor Mr. Wyndam Price, the green laddie... and there was some suspiciously vampiric-looking piles of dust, too. A grim scene, that was. I mean, for all my bitching about them, that gang who took this place over a few months back always struck me as a fundamentally decent lot, they was an undeniable improvement over the previous regimes. What's more, I'd been hoping I could count on them for backup if the senior partners ever decide to make good on their recent threats against my person. But now... Mr. Angel and his pals was all dead.
Well, I went off to fetch a mop, and then a few minutes later when I came back everybody was gone from the room. I had no idea what'd happened, but later I saw that everybody was up and walking around the office again! I made some inquiries, and apparently there was some sort of alternate timeline stuff going on, it's all very Star Trek. I tried to go in and congratulate Mr. Wyndam Price earlier, about the not being dead and all, but... well, he's been acting a bit peculiar of late, and I think the being dead yesterday didn't do his brains any good. Lad needs a vacation.
The only thing harder to scrub out of the carpets than blood is that damned organic cola.
Yesterday I went into the training room and found some dead bodies. Poor Mr. Wyndam Price, the green laddie... and there was some suspiciously vampiric-looking piles of dust, too. A grim scene, that was. I mean, for all my bitching about them, that gang who took this place over a few months back always struck me as a fundamentally decent lot, they was an undeniable improvement over the previous regimes. What's more, I'd been hoping I could count on them for backup if the senior partners ever decide to make good on their recent threats against my person. But now... Mr. Angel and his pals was all dead.
Well, I went off to fetch a mop, and then a few minutes later when I came back everybody was gone from the room. I had no idea what'd happened, but later I saw that everybody was up and walking around the office again! I made some inquiries, and apparently there was some sort of alternate timeline stuff going on, it's all very Star Trek. I tried to go in and congratulate Mr. Wyndam Price earlier, about the not being dead and all, but... well, he's been acting a bit peculiar of late, and I think the being dead yesterday didn't do his brains any good. Lad needs a vacation.
The only thing harder to scrub out of the carpets than blood is that damned organic cola.