Creation 7

[dodo_master]

[Well Cynric finished his job! Aren't you all so glad you helped him? He's a bit upset that he didn't get any money for it, or even any food at this point, but a job well done is a job well done, at least.

After school that day (of which he may have accidentally wandered away from), he can be seen sitting on his porch, squinting at a piece of paper, trying to decifer its meaning.]


Wonder what this is supposed to be! Second Great War? I don't recall a first one of those... what the in world is a "missile"?

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[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Thinks about it. Shrugs.]

Perhaps! Especially since I don't know where this came from. [He tucks it back in his folder. He thinks for another moment.]

What should I be doing then? I finished my job! Should I ask for another?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

A fine idea. Failing that, there is always work to be done at the factory. But I'm afraid, you know, that allowing your actions to slide would not be the act of a good citizen. If you truly believed that your time was your own following the completion of a simple job . . . Re-education may be in order, no?

And that scrap of paper . . . Most unsatisfactory. What, exactly, did it say?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Frowns at you. Maybe you're a drone?] Fair enough, madame. I'll look for further employment! A "re-education" will not be necessary.


Ah, something about a Second Great War, America, missles. Don't understand it one bit. It's a bit ripped and bloody anyway, hard to make out!