Message from @Kreia's Disciple
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Good for you then
Usually all the kids are in bed right now
I cant open it.. waaaaaah
I got a day off tomorrow from school
Hold on @Sgt.Barkley
Lemme convert that to Word for you.
19, you're in that story too, as is Meower and six-five.
There, can you open that?
Lemme see
Wth. Why wont it open
Grrrrrrrrr
Today on the second of January, we celebrate the one hundredth and twenty first year of our everlasting gratitude for Humanities freedom from unknowable forces. We celebrate the Extraordinary Individual we know today as Sovereign, and we celebrate all humans who have followed in his footsteps and used their abilities to fight for the sake of humankind.
-President Tulsi Gabbard's
Renewal Address, January 2nd 2021
Dean struggled awake and hit tapped off his alarm on his phone. Another night of restless sleep. They didn't happen often, but he was always miffed when they did. There was nothing more frustrating then watching your clock, willing yourself to go to sleep when you couldn't. And then repeatedly waking up once you had gotten to sleep.
Get over it, he thought to himself. Embrace the suck. It was 5:00AM. He needed to get to chow hall by 5:30 to start the day. He rolled out of his bunk. “Cat, get up” he said, not quietly to the individual sleeping on the upper bunk. Citizen-Recruit Cassus “Bad Cat” Holmes had gotten better since being introduced to Final Phase Education, but he'd been slipping back into his old habits now that there was no longer an instructor around to keep them on their toes. Shaun “Six Five” was already sliding his shirt on in the confined space of the dorm.
They no longer slept in the large Recruit Halls where they'd be stationed in First and Second Phase Education. But it was hardly any more private. You shared a dorm with your three man fire team, and the dorms were tiny. There was hardly enough room for three men to stand and get dressed side-by-side. If anyone wanted to watch TV or play Xbox, then that meant that Dean lost his bunk as other people would be using it as a seat. Shaun's bunk was above the TV. There was no bathroom, bathing facilities were located down the hall.
“Trow, you wanna hand me my weapon?” mumbled Shaun. Dean nodded, and reached under his bunk to pull out the drawer where their Training Weapons were located. They were a bit of a joke, really. Bolt action rifles chambered in .22 short, over-sized so that they could also be used for bayonet drills. Virtually everyone had a serious firearm at home. But just because an NC (non-citizen) had a weapon didn't mean he knew how to use it. This had been made painfully clear.
The whistle blew outside the Dorm. “CITIZEN RECRUITS OF ZULU PLATOON, FOOOOORM UP!” Training Sargeant Barkley's voice bellowed through the hall. Dean opened the door and stepped out in his olive drab uniform, and held the door open for Six Five and Cat. If this had been first or second phase, there would have been more hustle. But at this point, everyone had all but passed, and citizenship was nearly guaranteed. Forty teenage boys lined the rec hall in four perfect rows of ten. Barkley screamed “Citizen recruit Nuke come forward!”
Nathan “Nuke” did so. Dean was surprised. Had he done something wrong? This late in Final Phase?
“Citizen Recruit! I noticed there was something you were just dying to tell the rest of the Platoon! Can you tell us what it is?”
Ah. Birthday boy. Ok. By now it was a collective thought in the platoon. They had all seen this done to others. Now, apparently, it was Nuke's special day. Sure enough:“Sargeant Barkley! It is my Sixteenth Birthday today!” Screamed Nuke.
“Holy Hell, is that how old you are, you stupid scumfuck!? Recruit, congratulations, it truly astounds everyone standing here today that you have not succeeded in killing yourself before now! That deserves some special recognition! Would you like a Birthday Present?”
“Sir, yes Sir!”
“And what would that present be, Recruit?
“I would like a birthday beating, Sargeant! I would like everyone in this hall to beat me as hard as they can!”
“Recruit, sadly if I asked everyone here to beat you as hard as they could, your pathetic constitution could not stand up to their combined strength, as weak as that might be. How about this, recruit. Every Recruit standing in this hall will line up and punch you as hard as they can exactly one time! How would that make you feel?”
“That would make me feel delighted, Sargeant!”
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You write good.. keep it up! And THANK YOU
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Do you like writing or is it a hobby?
But yes, I like to write.
Well. I thought you would tell me
If you like to write then it comes from deep down inside and becomes a passion but if it is just a hobby that you write it’s just an occasional thing that comes to your mind that you enjoy
Something like that I guess
I used to write much more frequently. Trying to wean myself from Social Media, I promised myself I would start writing again tonight, and so I saw it was your birthday and wrote this.
Nice. It was like..”. I wanted more”
Thats a good thing
Awesome, thank you.
You need to invest more time to writing. I think you have talent
It flowed really well... kept my interest... wanting more
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Thanks man, I'll get some more caffiene in me and I'll see what I can come up with.
GREAT!
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LMFAO. Trow, you made my day!
Ah good ole freedomtoons
I just read it @Kreia's Disciple
It’s awesome<:ExcitedPepe:781198443665424424>
Alright who dares me to eat a Buffalo chicken sandwich for breakfast?