' Wrote:Ryan Cooper, siting at his desk, starts writing a message, trying to be the shortest and exact possible.
To: Chief of Police Matt Myers
From: Officer Ryan Cooper
Subject: SWAT application
Chief Myers, after spending quite a bit of time in the "force", I would like to apply for a place in SWAT teams. I don't know if there's an empty place for me to fill, if there is, I'd be happy to take the place and serve the people of Liberty the best way I can.
I'm waiting for your response!
With respect: Officer Ryan Cooper
Jim stared at the sheet of paper that had jumped off of his desk and bitten him in the face. At least, that's what he claimed happened. He'd been rooting around in his secret drawer, trying to reach the last bag of candy and swearing himself blue that he'd tell someone to do something about the fact that he was almost out. Someone had the GALL to toss a sheet of paper onto his desk, of which a corner jabbed him in the eye as it slid across. Vowing to massacre whoever it was and their family, cousins, second-cousins-thrice-removed and all of their pets, he glowered at the man who stood quaking before him.
Wiping the nonexistent bit of blood from one eye, he scanned the page quickly, then dunked it in his coffee and began to chew.
"Uh...sir?" The kid stared at him, mystified, as Jim finished off the paper.
"Ain't had no donuts today. Best thing so far." He grunted and turned back to his computer.
"But...sir...what about my request?" Poo...No, that wasn't right, Coo, better, Cooped? Coopes? Croup? Cooper. Maybe.
"What request?" Jim wanted nothing so much as to return to retrieving that bag.
"The one...on the paper...that you just ate." Jim stared at the kid like he had just said that his mom was coming to give him lunch.
"Food? Oh, wait, that. Whatever." Jim glanced around the room, looking for something, anything, to eat.
"Is that a...er...yes, sir?" Jim's eyes fell on the kid again like a ton of falling rubble.
"Depends." His stomach growled.
"On what, sir?" The kid started to edge towards the door.
"On how fast you get me some food." Cooper about broke the sound barrier getting out.
Jim sighed and tried to reach the bag of candy again.
Approved...I guess...Get me some donuts or something....
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.
