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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1670295 times)

It's my first day on base and already someone is doing something weird. I see someone wearing a helmet sitting in front of an egg timer with an empty adjacent chair. Why is he wearing a helmet?

*she

I exit my dorm after, what I would call, the stufftiest sleep of my life.

I see Taylor at an empty table, with a few chairs and and egg timer.
"What's... uh... going on, Tibby?"
« Last Edit: April 12, 2015, 02:29:13 PM by blockguy™ »

*she
I'm at a distance and i'm in character. I'm not omniscient.

I see Tom walk out and notice my setup along with another onlooker. He greets me but he uses an unfamiliar name.

"Hi... what the hell is a Tibby."

I see Tom walk out and notice my setup along with another onlooker. He greets me but he uses an unfamiliar name.

"Hi... what the hell is a Tibby."
I yawn, and rub my eyes.
"I mean Tippy."

I approach the two people at the table chatting and i extend a friendly hand.

"Hi! I'm Roger!"


I turn around, startled.
I look at him for a brief moment, and turn back to Taylor.
I mutter under my breath, "This is the new guy. Too loving soon."

"Geez Painter i know i'm an starfish in general but even i know to shake a forgetin hand when it's shown."

I stand up and shake Roger's hand firmly.

"Glad to have you. Welcome to hell."

I turn to Painter and point to one of the empty chairs.

"Wanna play a game and lose?"

"Geez Painter i know i'm an starfish in general but even i know to shake a forgetin hand when it's shown."
"The Captain just died yesterday and we already have a new guy in. It's too loving soon. I'll shake his hand later."
"Wanna play a game and lose?"
"I'm up for it."

"The Captain just died yesterday and we already have a new guy in. It's too loving soon. I'll shake his hand later."
"Whatever."
"I'm up for it."
I look at your belt and i don't see your service pistol.

"You uh. Did you leave it in the dorm? Cus this is a breakdown and reassembly contest."

"Hey, you can use mine if you want." I pull it out and offer it to Painter.


I take Roger's pistol. It feels fresh. Brand new.
"Thanks."
I take a look at Taylor, and grin.
"Let's do it."

"Set the stakes high?(bets) Or do you only want to play a cold match(no bets)?"

I set my gun on the table. Its like-new but old as hell.


I get pain meds and anti-inflammatory drugs directly injected into my cheek. The pain sears, but then fades. A doctor comes in and explains the surgery and the results of the x-rays. I'm told that I'll be getting a same-day surgery to unforget my jaw, and while I'm under, I'll get three dental implants to fix the broken teeth. I'll be getting some pins but all in all I'll be back in a few days. Surgery is in a couple of hours.

I lie back down and rest. I think about Steele, the sanctity of life, and how much I hate the Huitz.

"I'll bet 5 bucks. Roger is the middleman."
I give my money to Roger, and place the gun on the table.
"Alright."