(NOTE; NO PUN INTENDED AT THE SCENE INVOLVING RYAN AND WIJ. HE WAS THE ONLY PERSON THAT I KNEW SO FAR IN THE STORY, ILY RYAN AND WIJ.
The three officers appeared on a strange hill. Never before had they seen this green madness, tickling their boots as they marched in search of their homeland.
"This looks just like Sleeting fries from back at Sylvia. I think I will try some," Ryan said.
Ryan plucked a few pieces of this smooth, unknown substance that had bits of brown stuff on it and put it to his mouth.
"AGH, THIS TASTES LIKE THE DEFEAT FROM A JC!" Ryan exclaimed, spitting the substance out.
"Um anyway, we need to first figure out where we are, and how to get back. After we figure out those two things, then we figure out the best way to decapitate the person who did this to us," Aso said.
The three officers split up, looking for clues on the location they were in. After marching for about three minutes, Pragmatic heard a strange noise. It seemed almost familiar; the croaky voice, the smell of oil. Pragmatic turned, and there it was. |