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(Nevermind. WIP.)

Mike watched as the power shut down and everything went dark. "Why am I not surprised." Mike asked out loud. Indeed, he wasn't. The very concept of this was so new and so different that he was more surprised it held out this long. "I half expected the generators to be made of wood when I first...

Mike stood leaned up against his old truck having stepped out to smoke. He smoked whatever he could afford so long as he got his fix. Not only that, but he could outsmoke Joe Camel on any given day, and today was no different. Mike had just finished his latest cigarette when he noticed Malika...

Next time, tell me and ill take care of it. Dead men tell no tales.

For war crimes, which you confessed to.

For Envious thoughts

For not letting me have him!

For selling Lawn Darts to a minor.

For denying the all mighty Cthulhu his tribute.

MIKE Mike was aware of the celebratory event going on at the main park. He was also aware that he was not about to directly join them. None the less, he drove his 1965 Jeep Gladiator J200 with his tools down to an area just outside the gathering. He just hoped he wouldn't be casually...

It's fine either way

Alrighty then, Mike lives on the island in the upper floor of his workshop

I was referencing whether or not he was living on the island. Party or not.

Well, yes, if there's staff accommodations, he is.

Well, his primary shop. Not the one on the island

He's likely in his repair shop which is also his home

Mike has no formal wear, besides, he's not gonna be there. He's not a party person.

There's more secrecy there than in the entire history of the Soviet Union

Damn, dont pass out on us now.

Can't be any uglier than me. It's fine, all I care is that my tiny brain can understand it.