Thread:Playful Trickster 101/@comment-29585050-20170619075416/@comment-29585050-20170624104454

Unrealname123 wrote: After a short duration of pain aside your arm, you colapsed down. A couples of minutes later,  you wake up... What is happening? ( Please don't judge my writing skills. Also, this does not ruins your story, cuz jk foengosnignroig) You can feel 2 people are talking P1: So, this "thing" gonna make him our side? P2: Yes, but it depends... The Syrene must be long enough to frozen the brain and lock his memory in one piece. P1: How about other requirement? P2: Peice of cake. You can remove his morality by simply overrun his brain with it. He will not fear, pain, pay mercy or have any emotion. But it's gonna depends how you bend him... {P2 flicks a switch} P1: You didn't left any traces right? P2:  Precise and Stealth are my codenames. *You starting to feel pain in your head, and a total deaf rushing, before your vision shut down, P1 ( AKA Giles Corey) pulls out a pistol and landed a shot into the scientist head* 10:09, June 24, 2017 (UTC)10:09, June 24, 2017 (UTC)10:09, June 24, 2017 (UTC)10:09, June 24, 2017 (UTC)10:09, June 24, 2017 (UTC)Unrealname123 (talk) 10:09, June 24, 2017 (UTC) {You see yourself in a suit, walking into some weird huge ball room. Everyone taken a seats, and so are you. The condition is pretty hot} and voices... "Alright gentlemans, we all know what happen. Everything went terrible for us since last month. Washington and every member of the government is dead. We can expect a further push of the infidels. It's now not about money and land anymore. It's about lives. We can still save the leftover survivor and puts them in a place. I have recently contact with BLACKWATCH, and they'll grant us protection. I hope we can still survive. Now, everyone, back to your position, gather as much survivors as you can, but test them first, or 10 more days marks out anialation. Good luck. Samuel, I need to talk to you. *Both you and him walk to his private room* *Giles suddenly claps his hands* *Multiple black, suited heavy armed trooper came out from every hiding spots plausible* Giles: Sorry my son. I hope your sacrifition help... {A hard blunt object hit your head and you fainted.} You wake up, near the armory.Wow this is amazing 0_0

Okay, time to back on my feet