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assignment eight. [voice]
[What sounds like a wet splat hitting the ground is heard. Seems Dan was spitting. Not that spitting was unusual for him... at all. But this time it sounds more like he's spitting out blood.]
Tch. What a pain in the ass. -
assignment seven.
Sounds like everyone's enjoying the new year already. But of all people, why do I gotta be stuck with this old fart? -
assignment six.
What now? -
assignment five. [voice]
[Morning rises. The metallic sound of a gun reloading can be heard. Dan's calm footsteps are then heard, along with the opening of a door. Smaller, faster footsteps follow him. A young female's voice speaks. Shyna's voice.]
"Hey, look, there are people over--" [The calmer footsteps continue]
"Dan?"
[...]"Dan? H-h-h-hey wait, where are you going ( Read more... ) -
assignment four. [voice]
[The sound of steady gunfire putting an end to crazed laughter]
Tch.
Guess those bastards thought it'd be fun to follow me all the way here. Or did they take a ride in that dryer of yours, Susie? Either way, I'm flattered. I was getting lonely without the company.
Hn. This is too easy.
Hey. You all wanna die? Huh? Then stay outta the Heaven ( Read more... ) -
assignment three.
Looks like this is gonna be more trouble than I thought. Things were getting dull anyway, what with the old man checking out a long time ago. All right, I'll bite.
Guess I'll have to peek at those notes of yours again, Garcian. -
assignment two.
So does anything of actual interest ever happen here, or is a little change in the weather about the only thing that'll set you all off? -
assignment one.
Well.
What do we have here?
“Use this,” huh? How persuasive. Short and to the point, at least ( Read more... )