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ABS FIESTA REDUX
Mr. Hurricane:
I nearly choke on the water, or is it drown in a sip of water? I cough.
"Agh, forget! Gods, are they making boots with DU instead of steel now?!"
Tank reference added
Tayasaurus:
"These boots are made for crushing. my division was known to stomp our prisoners for fun if they survived their burning tanks."
Mr. Hurricane:
"What, Did you force the new guys to shoot prisoners too? You're lying," I say.
I sneer at her claim.
ZombiLoin:
--- Quote from: Tayasaurus on June 23, 2015, 01:31:20 AM ---"These boots are made for crushing. my division was known to stomp our prisoners for fun if they survived their burning tanks."
--- End quote ---
Tippy right now.
Tayasaurus:
--- Quote from: Mr. Hurricane on June 23, 2015, 01:43:22 AM ---"What, Did you force the new guys to shoot prisoners too? You're lying," I say.
I sneer at her claim.
--- End quote ---
"Shooting them was a luxury..."
Tippy trails off from reality and was suddenly out in the field again. it was raining heavily and her jaw was half missing. The battlefield was dead, littered with tanks and bodies, and the only thing still breathing was her with a dead enemy pinned under her knee. His face was completely caved in, and the only noises one could hear was a broken woman driven beyond her limit. Tippy struck him over and over again with her boot in hand, her screams horrifically zombified by her broken jaw.
*thud*
*thud*
*thud*
*thud*
A warm hand catches her arm and she's pulled away from the corpse. She violently struggles to get away and thrashes at the source.
[TAYLOR! STOP ITS ME! ITS ME! ITS OVER!]
She calms down as she recognized the voice. Kyles voice. His soothing sweet voice. Tippy sees the brilliant light of an evac chopper touching down beside them. Her shellshocked ears popped and noise came rushing back into her head before passing out.
Tippy snaps out of her quiet but mentally violent trance and realizes she had crushed her notebook.
"...it was a luxury to be shot..."