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"Ah, it's always been my favourite spot. And this bar, there's history of the NWH here." [b]He says, running his fingers over a word on the desk; CRAIG[/b]
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[b]He glances at the name[/b] " who's craig? One of your buds?"
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"Old buddy."
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"Damn, remember one of my buds when i was in black ops. Our squad did so much stuff that was apparently morally conflicting. But i was never one to have a soul, so i did everything i was told, and so did he. One day though, he just... Snapped. It was too much i guess. He ate his gun out of the blue. It was so weird to see him do that..."
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"Shit man. I know the feeling"
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"I just wonder why it hasn't happened to me... But hey, I'm just happy to be alive, aaaand have nano bots. These are so freaking legit."
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"Damn right they are!"
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[b]He at the ceiling, resting his head on his hands.[/b] "Can't imagine what being a normal person would be like anymore... That would be so weird, not having the control of your body like that... Sure, it hurts getting them installed but whatever..."
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"Ah, some days I honestly wish I never had them"
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"Yeah, they can be limiting in some situations for sure, but i like them. They let me have wings, so i'm good. It also helps with the killing. Don't need to waste bullets."
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"True, though I miss my skin."
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"Hmm, skin.... Thats different. I just hate magnets."
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"Ugh, same"
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" well, see ya later boss. Was nice to chat but i gotta run." [b]He unfurls his wings, more than 2 meters in length. And he takes off.[/b]
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((End))