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7/24/2015 6:31:21 AM
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[b]after healing from the robbery i decide to catch some Zs and head to bed.[/b]
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Edited by Astrodicle: 7/24/2015 7:30:21 AMIn my dream, i stand in a room. The walls, ground and ceiling are white. There is one window. On the other side i see a wasteland. A desert. I can almost see the wave of radiation covering it. A door opens. Definitely not there before. Someone steps through. A cold voice.... But warm at the same time. One i have buried under millions of memories. One that brings guilt, every time i see it. "Hello Andrew, miss me?" [spoiler]lol im not revealing this epic bang for a few hours, basically when i wake up. Goodnight city. Goodnight hamburgler. HAMBURGLER!!!?????[/spoiler]
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"Henry?????!!!!" "This is a dream dumbass. And the reason i know that is because im not a figment of your imagination." "BUT YOU DIED! YOU! ARE! DEAD!" "Not entirely. My body, yes thats dead. My consciousness..... Ehhhh... Not so much." "How?" "The uhhh.... Sheriff. you want to know why he allowed that? Because, he was working with me. I played dead while you mourned me, and then when you left, the sheriff narrowly stabbed me in my head and transferred my conscious to a capsule. He then injected it into a Robot that looked like me. Now i dont have much time, but I need to show you where that robot is, the sheriff died from radiation poisoning. He didnt realize starting the generator to start the robot releases radiation." [b]Henry lists off some location in Sector-2. Just then, i start to wake up[/b] "Wait what does the wasteland mea-" [b]i jolt upright gasping for air[/b] "How...."
