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[hidesinrestroom]

I'm stuck here, away from the Colonel and my unit.

My military status means little here.

I'm 45 years in the future.

I'm sexually starved.

I think I actually might miss that idiot Ocelot.

I don't have any money.

I'm having trouble finding a job.

This place fucking sucks.

I want to go home.

FML.

[OOC: Strikes mumbled.]

Comments

[thebearjew]

65 years in the future here.

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[hidesinrestroom]

Color me surprised.

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[thebearjew]

Met some guys who're from 200 years in the future. I dunno, can't really imagine a better year than 1944.

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[hidesinrestroom]

200? Ugh. I don't want to know.

[aibyoukaonigiri]

Are you sure you wouldn't like to consider the adoption agency...?

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[hidesinrestroom]

I'd rather not clean up animal shit, no offense.

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[aibyoukaonigiri]

Hee hee. It's not all that. But I understand.

Still...

I'll help you find a job, Major-san!

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[hidesinrestroom]

... And how will you help me?

[misterblackbird]

Yes, well, I'm 120 years in the future. Otherwise, your complaints sound rather like the ones everyone has when they find themselves truly trapped here.

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[hidesinrestroom]

I refuse to believe I'm average.

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[misterblackbird]

So what are you, then?

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[hidesinrestroom]

Amazing.

Duh. It just occured to me that these two were almost of an era.

[dr_foodsniffler]

How about that. It's 58 years for me.

XD Heheeh.

[hidesinrestroom]

My, I'm surprised at how many people are from my time, or close to it.

Like, bzuh, opportunity for Cold War lulz, GET!

[dr_foodsniffler]

So, let me do the math here, and carry the three--where do you come from, Stranger?

*evil laughter*

[hidesinrestroom]

The Soviet Union, 1964.