Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 11:50:11 GMT -5
The observant type, Specialist thinks to himself. Would probably make a good scout or scavenger.
"Eh, you can keep the hundred. Good luck finding a place to spend it, though, unless you somehow get out of Malton--and from what I've seen, you'll likely only be doing that inside a body bag that'll ship you to some top-secret lab in the middle of nowhere."
He pauses for a moment to take a sip on his scotch, then says, "As far as the rest of the world out there is concerned, we're all pretty much dead anyway." That pensive, somewhat depressed gleam returns to Specialist's eyes for a moment.
"But enough about them," he says, banishing the mood with a quick shake of his head. "How'd you get stuck here? Don't think I heard your story."
"Eh, you can keep the hundred. Good luck finding a place to spend it, though, unless you somehow get out of Malton--and from what I've seen, you'll likely only be doing that inside a body bag that'll ship you to some top-secret lab in the middle of nowhere."
He pauses for a moment to take a sip on his scotch, then says, "As far as the rest of the world out there is concerned, we're all pretty much dead anyway." That pensive, somewhat depressed gleam returns to Specialist's eyes for a moment.
"But enough about them," he says, banishing the mood with a quick shake of his head. "How'd you get stuck here? Don't think I heard your story."