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| - | Recently you had heard that the Zombies had been mutating into giants and that the scientists had been working on a way to combat them
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| - | you waited at the gate with the rest of your squad for Lt. Mellisa Hardridge to give you your orders for the day.
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| - | You were sitting around talking to Ace the Machine gunner of the squad when you hear something
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| - | "I will not use it!" shouted Lt. Mellisa storming out of the large hangar used for science
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| - | "That thing is powerful... don't let your pride get in the way of using it" shouted a head scientist
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| - | "This has nothing to do with pride... It is about decency" shouted Lt. Mellisa
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| - | "Well there is no fuel left in the world, we cant run it on hopes and dreams you know!" shouted back the scientist
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| - | Mellisa ran off too her office so you decided to check up on her
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| - | You knock on the door
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| - | "Come in" she says
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| - | you enter the room and take a seat
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| - | "I was wondering what you and them scientists were yelling about" you ask politely
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| - | she gave an exhale
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| - | "Those scientists are fucking perverted... they think that if I get horny in a Mecha they made it'll power it" she said
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| - | many thoughts pop into your head
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| - | "What would happen if theoretically you had male on board the Mecha?"
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| - | her face grew red with embarresment
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| - | "What are you implying soldier, that I'd whore myself out to save the fort?"
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| - | you keep a calm composure
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| - | "Not at all, I'm just saying that..."
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| - | you stand up and stretch revealing a huge bulge and sit back down
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| - | "...If you need any help"
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| - | she jotted something down on a piece of paper and handed it to you
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| - | "Get out of here you sick perverse soldier" she shouted
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| - | you leave the room and read what she wrote:
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| - | Meet me here at 7 PM
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| - | More soon
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