Tropical relaxationle Lun 29 Fév 2016 - 15:32
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When Ciarán woke up and opened his eyes, he found himself on a beach. The sand felt warm, just like the breezes shaking lightly his dark green hair. As for his boots, they felt a little... wet, since his feet were being passed on by the back-and-forth foam of the ocean water. The young soldier then quickly sat up, alarmed by his survival reflexes and instincts. He was quick to find his dear sniper rifle beside him, his faithful two pistols on the sides of his legs, and his trusted combat knife in its sheath behind his back. None too wet, and ammo still there. He looked around: no tourist, no fisherman, no lifeguard, no beach huts, no boat... No nothing. Diddly squat. Except for some beached jellyfish and some crabs afar. And what seemed to be a dense jungle behind him. He slowly sat up, stretched, breathed in with his nose and breathed out. Where exactly was he?Well that's new. Seems like global warming has made Norway quite hot. Shame. How long have I overslept? He giggled. He began to think a bit more seriously. If I'm dead, then this is heaven. Wow, it does exist. Thought I was more suitable for hell. Oh well. And then it hit him. No, not a coconut, but a realization: the top of his hair was shaken by the breezes as well. He stroked it, and his eyes became wide. Something was missing. My cap!! he screamed, irate. Who stole my FUCKING cap?!! He then realized it wasn't heaven. Not without his juju. He was still alive. And a man without his cap has nothing to lose, doesn't he?
Dernière édition par Reofive le Mer 9 Mar 2016 - 16:17, édité 1 fois