Paradise or No?
Enter Ding Chavez, Rainbow Team-2 Leader. He's never been to the Nexus before. But he has been other odd places where he "shouldn't" have been before. You know, other than the "real" world.
Anyway, for some reason or another he's in full combat gear. Think: S.W.A.T.--without the logo. He carries an MP5, several grenades and other goodies on his belt, and a tactical helmet with goggles, not to mention standard tactical armor. And beneath it all he seems oddly confused and confounded at this new predicament.
He looks all around carefully. Notes the bright-ass sign. "Madre de Dios!" he curses under his breath.
He tucks the assault rifle under one arm. "All right. Would you trade one precious item, and I mean one extremely precious specifically to you item, for a life of otherwise complete paradise? Would you mind not having a choice as to know what it is, and not knowing you lost it? How bad would you consider that trade?"
Anyway, for some reason or another he's in full combat gear. Think: S.W.A.T.--without the logo. He carries an MP5, several grenades and other goodies on his belt, and a tactical helmet with goggles, not to mention standard tactical armor. And beneath it all he seems oddly confused and confounded at this new predicament.
He looks all around carefully. Notes the bright-ass sign. "Madre de Dios!" he curses under his breath.
He tucks the assault rifle under one arm. "All right. Would you trade one precious item, and I mean one extremely precious specifically to you item, for a life of otherwise complete paradise? Would you mind not having a choice as to know what it is, and not knowing you lost it? How bad would you consider that trade?"