!2xAompRkSk 12/21/09(Mon)00:06 No.7225584|
"To be honest, I can't tell you. Use your imagination. God, science gone wrong, aliens, Cthulhu, your choice. However, Weston won't be the same after today. What you saw, that man in the hearse, was just the beginning of a possibly huge chain of events."
"So that's why you tried to snipe me?" you ask. "I'm just a bum soldier trying to survive day-by-day man."
"It was a necessary precaution. We're sorry. However, we are willing to make it up to you." He nods at the guard, who comes over and pulls his shirt sleeve up. His arm looks perfectly normal. However, suddenly it becomes metallic, far more muscular looking, and has a blade coming from the top of the arm, spikes on the fingers, and two guns pop out of the sides.
"We can alter your memory and ship you to Florida, or you can get fitted with one of these and help stop what's happening in Weston from spreading elsewhere. You'll be selling your body to the government, and all records of your existence will be erased."