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!!NNiZ5EzzZEM 04/13/10(Tue)18:12 No.9171739Thought I'd have a go at an event. --------------- --------------- I'd been with Krieger Female Model 68b #6345 for about nine or ten months, and I started getting an impression tht things were... different. I mean, the rations were waiting for me when i came home from work every day, but there seemed to be the barest half-inch of slouch when she marched about the garden, and I swear I saw her tapping her foot once when she was standing to attention outside the front door ready to receive the postman.
She was an indoctrinated soldier, after all. She needed action! Truth be told, there wasn't much call for war where we were, so I could understand where she was coming from. I had a look through the paper, and as luck would have it I saw that the Army was having one of its open days in the area. You know the type - let everyone have a poke inside an APC, dump helmets on top of the kids and let them pretend they're big damn heroes, rope some of the stronger men into a gun-run tournament, that sort of thing.
Wielding this, I approached Krieger Female Model 68b #6345 and declared portentously "Soldier, we are embarking on a mission - an intelligence-gathering reconnaisance operation, to determine potential enemy capabilities!"
I don't know exactly what happened next, but things went a bit spinny and when I woke up I was in the public car park area of the local duke's manor, on whose land the open day was being held. Krieger Female Model 68b #6345 was standing before me, dressed in full combat gear - and lathered head to toe in mud and leaves for camoflague.
But the eyepieces of her gas mask were positively gleaming!
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(Someone else can finish this, I have to go, sorry) |