And here he stood in front of Sunbucks cafe doors. Till now David Leroy had a chance to better know only a few officers. But the high time came to meet all the others. Hopefully he will see someone there who he already knows. Door opens..
'Hi.. ?' - he says in timid voice, and starts to search for noticable uniforms.
Bradley Bellick or, 'Brad' was wearing his brand spanking new recruit officers uniform when he walks into the unfamiliar room and sits on a spare seat.
"What does one have to do to get a bleedin' drink around 'ere? Is it free for a first timer?!"
Aiden walks in after a long shift. Clearly exhausted, poorly shaved, and at his wits end. He takes his usual seat at the bar and takes a long look around the room. Gone are all the familiar faces and friends he has served with. At least the same old bartender was still there.
What can I get you?
Ah, the usual I guess.
The bartender hands him a large glass of Liberty ale. Aiden takes a long drink and sits it down, his head in his hands.
Whats bothering you? Don't think I've ever seen you this down on yourself?
I dunno. Things just seem to always be getting worse, ya know? Seems like we are rolling downhill and there's nothing we can do to stop it. I guess I'm starting to wonder what the hell we do it all for.
Here have another. You look like you need it. Eh, things always get better.
Jim Markey walked into the room, whacked Brad in the face with his stick, and said "Welcome to da LPI, kid. Barkeep, give de kid a drink. He's gonna need it in a minute."
With that, the Deputy Chief's bulk plowed a path through the crowd to the buffet for him.
Zealot Wrote:Just go play the game and have fun dammit.
Treewyrm Wrote:all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.