Post by Zack on May 13, 2006 19:00:09 GMT -5
“Attention, all soldiers report to Area 8 for inspection. That is all.” An ear-shattering announcement came over the intercom, commanding all to follow. Zack went ahead and followed the rest of soldiers, who were already tired from constant training. They were all focused on the center of a very large room, which looked to be an auditorium of sorts.
After a few minutes, and many more men pouring into the room, a small chubby man started barking orders, to soldiers and personnel alike. Everyone assembled into a row, stretching from wall to wall. The “generously proportioned” man started from one end of the line and slowly walked towards the other. Besides a few mumbles, he said nothing. Zack could feel the hair on the back of his neck stick up as the man approached him. “Emm…EMM!” Zack freaked, he could sense the man’s eyes stuck on him. He looked down. Ah! With a grunt, Zack fell on his butt. The man was there, with an impatient look on his face. “How do I get stuck with these…? Send him to through the training again.” The man’s words beckoned two large soldiers, who were nice enough to “escort” Zack to a room at the back. Zack was plopped in a hard chair behind some iron doors. “Guys, I just forgot. Didn’t get much sleep, ya know?” They left without any response. The room was hardly lit, though Zack could draw a dull figure in front of him. “Hmm?”
Moments later, the auditorium was filled with a loud shriek.
(OOC): Small post. Just starting master training.
After a few minutes, and many more men pouring into the room, a small chubby man started barking orders, to soldiers and personnel alike. Everyone assembled into a row, stretching from wall to wall. The “generously proportioned” man started from one end of the line and slowly walked towards the other. Besides a few mumbles, he said nothing. Zack could feel the hair on the back of his neck stick up as the man approached him. “Emm…EMM!” Zack freaked, he could sense the man’s eyes stuck on him. He looked down. Ah! With a grunt, Zack fell on his butt. The man was there, with an impatient look on his face. “How do I get stuck with these…? Send him to through the training again.” The man’s words beckoned two large soldiers, who were nice enough to “escort” Zack to a room at the back. Zack was plopped in a hard chair behind some iron doors. “Guys, I just forgot. Didn’t get much sleep, ya know?” They left without any response. The room was hardly lit, though Zack could draw a dull figure in front of him. “Hmm?”
Moments later, the auditorium was filled with a loud shriek.
(OOC): Small post. Just starting master training.
