A crushing pain cuts cuts through our hero like a steamroller. Then nothing… he opens his eyes, expecting to be back in the Librarian haven place again, this time for good. But instead…
“Whoa. You’re… me.”
“Nah, man, I’m pretty sure you’reme. Not I’m you.” replies the person from the other side of the room.
“Wait, if he’s you, and you’re him, than who am I? 'Cause I thought I was you, but he is me…” states a second figure. Comic looks around, surveying the area. His gaze is met by… other Comics.
Whoopity do for time travel… and the scientific crap that happens to the balance of space and time when it occurs…
“Where’s an AI when you need one” rook says noticing that the elite is dazed and nearly tumbling and notices the empty wine and beer etc
“I think it’s drunk”
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> “Where’s an AI when you need one” rook says noticing that the elite is dazed and nearly tumbling and notices the empty wine and beer etc
> “I think it’s drunk”
a female AI pops out the black plasma rifle the Ai says I would appreciate it if you placed me on a horizontal surface knight does so AI again so why are we in an time traveling bar?
AI
Thank you for asking! Well I told myself! AI points at black plasma rifle on the ground near an ash pile AI
Don’t step on that Ash, It is someone you know!
"Knight? Im only a rookie what do we do " rook says getting a surgery kit to try and heal comic “knight why does everyone keep passing out well I hope comic does not wake up” 6 hours later “that was gruesome but comic will live”
rook looks around and finds a spartan knife brand new so he uses it on the darts board
(just so everyone knows I wear recruit armor red primary and white secondary)
Scott turned around when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Even if the person before him had not been in the dark blue skinsuit, which Calson had aptly called “Sparta Casual Attire”, there was no mistaking the height and build as anything less than that of an augmented person.
“Spartan Golf-Zero-Thirteen.” Scott said, after a couple of seconds. It had taken him far longer to recognize the Spartan as Sword’s team leader than he cared to admit. “How’s that chest wound treating you?”
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> Scott turned around when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Even if the person before him had not been in the dark blue skinsuit, which Calson had aptly called “Sparta Casual Attire”, there was no mistaking the height and build as anything less than that of an augmented person.
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> “Spartan Golf-Zero-Thirteen.” Scott said, after a couple of seconds. It had taken him far longer to recognize the Spartan as Sword’s team leader than he cared to admit. “How’s that chest wound treating you?”
Who are you talking to benson I am the only one here until tomorrow
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> > Scott turned around when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Even if the person before him had not been in the dark blue skinsuit, which Calson had aptly called “Sparta Casual Attire”, there was no mistaking the height and build as anything less than that of an augmented person.
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> > “Spartan Golf-Zero-Thirteen.” Scott said, after a couple of seconds. It had taken him far longer to recognize the Spartan as Sword’s team leader than he cared to admit. “How’s that chest wound treating you?”
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> Who are you talking to benson I am the only one here until tomorrow
my friend made a post in the distant year of yesterday.
When rook was done with darts he sat down and slept after a long day of scarabs getting shot by a plasma shot and doging a scarab he earned the sleep (I am going to sleep be back tommorow)
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> Spartan-777 reporting looks at bruteassassinates brutedrinks master brew by master-chief brewerythinks why the hell was there a brute here
(You can do multiple things between *s, just sayin)
