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You're up Mark....
Let's hope this goes as well as it did with the past.
The past......what a subject. A flash. A clink. A pain. Knives. Scalpels. Suctions cups. I'm an experiment. EX #6758/B. Im Operation Richek. Pain is all I remember. They used anasthetics, but they could'nt fool me. They were cutting me. I was the subject of all types of implants. My chest is badly scarred, much of my skeleton is replaced by fiberglass so I could live a "normal" life. My body is badly scarred, and what couldnt be regenerated way supported by a metal caging. My life is "normal" now... To make the most of the implant they left in me to monitor, I joined a Special Ops program, that was supposed to help my country in a way never before. Those fat cats in Prague toyed with me, destroyed my life, and now make me miserable by "spearheading our future" Im the only goddamn Bohemian alive, and I'm supposed to hold up our race by staying alive...
[ 04-26-2004, 04:45 PM: Message edited by: Dalamar Stormcrow ]
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