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9/12/2015 6:08:28 AM
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You see a familiar mech suit and a figure stands in front of you. Dressed in worn black body armor with a mirror faced helm he is unrecognizable, but a revolver of exquisite and unique craftsmanship is in a chest holster. The Obituary. "Hello Zhackie, it's been awhile."
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"Allen" Zhackie responds. "Well, now you know I don't hate you"
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[spoiler]unfortunatly I have to sleep so I'll respond when I wake up[/spoiler]
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"Hard to tell nowadays, how have you been? Haven't seen any of you since the uprising."
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"Well, thanks to that it's been, worse for psions. I've been hiding Downtown, but then again that's what I was doing even before the uprising, so nothing much has changed with me"
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"Hmm guess things change and something's don't. I'll be hiding out in my old apartment take care of yourself Zhackie."
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"You as well"
