Entry tags:
Capitalism, Hey!: avante en garde
[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in a run-down one-room shack, with the distinct feeling that the people around you are your family, if you didn't already have such a bond with them.
You're wearing raggedy versions of your uniform, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME%, in the year %CONTEMPORARY%. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing a recent high-profile murder having been solved: despite confusion on the part of the authorities conducting the initial investigation, it turns out the victim had been tragically murdered via gun in the knife.
What do you do? ]
You're wearing raggedy versions of your uniform, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME%, in the year %CONTEMPORARY%. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing a recent high-profile murder having been solved: despite confusion on the part of the authorities conducting the initial investigation, it turns out the victim had been tragically murdered via gun in the knife.
What do you do? ]

Re: YEAR 3
Re: YEAR 3
Nitro-kun didn't decide for that person to appear there. He's still your comrade.
Re: YEAR 3
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[ He doesn't...actually have a good response for that. So instead he just stares at her in surprise and confusion like he couldn't have heard that right ]
Re: YEAR 3
[ reaches out and rests a hand on his head, too ]
I think I get how you feel sometimes. For me, too, it feels like I'm always yelling out in my heart, "depend on me, depend on me!" Maybe everyone feels that way, a little.
I trust Nitro-kun. I know you place us first, and I'm glad.