You attempt sit up with arms, and you do.
You look over to see a cheap plastic neuro-prosthetic implanted into your left shoulder. It moves very well, if not a little stiffly.
"How do you like it?" you hear a man say beside you.
You look over to see a man with glasses and a lab coat standing a few feet from the surgical table you sit on, his arms crossed. You are inside a small cubicle-like room with jars of organs and glass cases of prosthetic limbs sitting on shelves and tables scattered around the room.
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Edited by m0nster630: 7/17/2015 4:21:30 AMExcuse me? What do you mean by that?
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"Everything's free here, kid. You don't just give people money, you keep it while they try to steal it from you."
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Ok...? [spoiler]Ugh, I just need somewhere private to sleep...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] You may as well buy a cubicle in Centra. Cheapest place with guaranteed safety out there. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't have the money for that though, do I?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] Oh yeah, sorry for forgetting ;-;[/spoiler]
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Edited by m0nster630: 7/17/2015 4:53:44 AM[spoiler]Yeah •-•[/spoiler] [b]I head to Centra, looking to find somewhere to rest without being mugged.[/b] [spoiler]I don't want to kill anyone else today ;-; [/spoiler]
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[spoiler] Regrets. You could sleep in the vents to the Sewers. No one would go there except you. [/spoiler]
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Edited by m0nster630: 7/17/2015 5:07:28 AM[b]I head back to one of the vents that lead to the sewer, and go to sleep.[/b] [spoiler]Ok. Well I need some sleep... Eastern time.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] Alright. Sleep tight. [/spoiler]