Orga Dies at the End
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| - | It's what you've always dreamed of being! You are Orga: manliest man who ever manned. How did you become Orga? Shit if you know. And who cares?! You find yourself in a small dark bedroom, staring at your Orga-like self through the mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser. The curtains are drawn, and the alarm clock beside the bed reads 5:25. You aren't sure if that's AM or PM. There's a laptop on the bed and a battle ax leaning against the corner of the room. A sound startles you, and you realize that someone on your laptop is calling you from Skype. What do you do? | + | It's what you've always dreamed of being! You are Orga: manliest man who ever manned. How did you become Orga? Shit if you know. And who cares?! You find yourself in a small dark bedroom, staring at your Orga-like self through the mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser. The curtains are drawn, and the alarm clock beside the bed reads 5:25. You aren't sure if that's AM or PM. There's a laptop on the bed and a battle ax leaning against the corner of the room. A sound startles you, and you realize that someone on your laptop is calling you from Skype. |
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Orga Dies at the End
It's what you've always dreamed of being! You are Orga: manliest man who ever manned. How did you become Orga? Shit if you know. And who cares?! You find yourself in a small dark bedroom, staring at your Orga-like self through the mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser. The curtains are drawn, and the alarm clock beside the bed reads 5:25. You aren't sure if that's AM or PM. There's a laptop on the bed and a battle ax leaning against the corner of the room. A sound startles you, and you realize that someone on your laptop is calling you from Skype.
What do you do?
