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>start egg
((I’m totally changing mysignature to that. tomorrow. maybe.))

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The sillhouette was led out of the room, to his office. He was a bit excited really, he’s just entered and now he has his own office. Although apparently Mousey knew who he was. Ah well. Must have been something he forgot. He felt that he had to get a move on though, he had a feeling a certain someone would (Not actual dialouge)”Kill him off”(not actual dialouge) if he didn’t. Whatever that meant. ((Lookin at you bell.))

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>start egg

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Implode

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As Shota lunged at the silhouette with the spear the silhouette very quickly placed the gun in his pocket, and moved out of the way as fast as he could. He then grabbed the bat. ((Seriously why did you name him Shota))

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“Ready.” The silhouette pointed the gun at Shota, and pulled the trigger. ((Did you seriously name your character shota))

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“Well, there’s no lobby-like area before you enter the twisting halls at the entrance, and i know absolutely nothing about the place, so i was lost instantly” Answered I. He hoped that was a valid reason.

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“Honestly, people make a lot of their own nicknames for me. The most popular one being I.”
Answered I. Of course he was going to be honest. “Although in my opinion that’s pretty inconvenient in a sentence.”

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“I’m afraid that’s something i can’t tell you sir.” The silhouette answered.
This was not a very good situation for him.

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As the elf left, the silhouette mumbled something under his breath about the elf being racist. Finally the elevator arrived, and the teen and the silhouette were taken to the 3rd floor.

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The silhouette was standing by the elevator waiting for max to return, until he was confronted by an elf inquiring about him. “what’s with me? What’s with you?”

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“Sorry.” He said, as he caught up to the teen. he was a little shaken up about having a knife stabbed next to his head. “Seriously though you could have at least had a little lobby area before you enter the hall-maze.” he said as they walked to the teen’s boss’s office.

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The silhouette was still hopelessly lost, but eventually he ran into what seemed to be a teenager. Could be about 16. The teenager was asking for the silhouette’s name, rank and reason for being here. of course he wasn’t going to give him his name, and he didn’t really have a rank. so all that was left was why he was here.
“Well, i’m here to sign up. But i immediately got lost in the bad building design choice.”

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The silhouette was traversing the twisted hallways, having been lost immediately.
To make things worse, with each turn the hallway looked exactly the same.
Yeah, he’s screwed.

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The silhouette was standing outside the building. He took a deep breath and entered the building, only to be immediately met with a maze of hallways.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” he mumbled under his breath,
He had a feeling he would be saying that quite a bit here.