Yes, yes you are an idiot. Not many chances like this come along and you decide to squander something that may end up being the adventure of a lifetime. But that’s fine you we not looking for a grand adventure, all you wanted to do was drive a car like in Nascar. Since you drove a tank I think we can chalk that up to dream achieved and move on with our day.
You shake the hand of the agents and decline their offer. This makes many sad faces appear in the room, so to cheer everyone up you reach behind the lead agent and pull a quarter from behind his ear. The frowns turn to clapping and laughter as you bow out and take your leave. Before you walk out of the facility that you managed to find on your own you take one final look back to see all the agents waving you off. With a nod you exit the building ready for what life has in store for you next. Too bad it was taxi that plowed right into you. The moment you stepped foot on the pavement. Your body flew right into the windshield and you immediately lost conscienceless.
Six month later you wake up, but you don’t really know how long it has been… So let’s just forget I said that. You wake up in a strange room with dim lighting and a lot of machines. As you become more aware of your surroundings you realize there’s a tube in your throat forcing you to breathe. That is quickly out shadowed when you feel a even more uncomfortable tube in your… umm… bear parts. Trying not to freak out you look around for a way to call someone, but there’s no little nurse button on the bed. Now you start to freak out as you grab the tube in your lower area first as it takes priority. Slowly and may I say quite painfully you manage to pull it out over the course of a few minutes.
Taking a moment to collect yourself you get ready to pull out the tube that’s jamming into your throat. Before you can even yank it an inch a voice murmurs from the shadows, “Quite brave of you to do that one second Agent Bear.” Looking around you don’t see anyone else in the room, so you freak out just a bit more. This whole thing is kind of odd as you start to realize that you are probably not in a real hospital. With one sharp tug you pull the tube out of your throat and demand the voice to show itself.
Silence sweeps the room, but that’s probably because you just tore out a tube that was lodged in your throat. “Badass sure, but that had to hurt you,” the voice chuckled. With an unwavering glare you scanned the room for a hiding place of your captor. Low and behold you finally notice a curtain right next to your bed. You lean over your own bed to reach for the curtain. You’d get up to do it, but you have not walked in six… well an undisclosed amount of time.
Swiping at the curtain you eventually manage to pull it back revealing a feeble old man lying in a bed with tubes sprouting from all over his body. He lets out another laugh between breaths and softly speaks, “Took you long enough to figure it out.” He then proceeds to tell you that he is a worldwide terrorist whose diabolical plans throw the world into disarray. As an evil genius who was shunned from society at an early age he vowed to exact his revenge on humanity. “So I’ve spent the better parts of my life raining terror and destruction all over the world, but I never found time to love… or… start a family.” His eyes begin to glaze over, but he tried to recompose himself. “That is when I decided to find someone to inherit my legacy. I was going to devise a plan of finding the most dastardly fiends using tickets I placed in candy bars that I poisoned, but the whole thing seemed rather cliché. So I just inserted my DNA into a female bear that mauled me in the forest one day long ago. And soon after, you my son were born…”
You don’t even blink or quiver at the tale of this old man. Sure you can go into some, “You’re not my father moment” where you cry and get all emotional, but it all sounds true enough. Now your choice… we can go with the whole, take over and be evil or not, but since you believe the guy you are going to take over. So now your choice is something suiting your new career path.
Laser your name into Canada (6-C)
Sink France (6-D)
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