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[Salsacookies]

I'll write a part of a story, then from there you will continue on, and the person below you will continue after you. If you wish to start another story, put down your story's title, and apply the same rules from before to that story. I will begin.

ReZearch


Dear Savior of Humanity

Hello! Thanks to you, and many other great minds, you have saved humanity from extinction from the Infected Hordes! As a reward, we send this application, and in a sense, invitation to become a lead researcher of The Angles Research Facility. Just fill out the application below, and we shall begin the journey to mankind's ascension to dominance of this planet, once again. Thank you for your services, and may you serve once more, for the betterment of humanity.

Angles Research Facility, the Bastion, against the Infection.

[Harry Baldman]

Mikhail found this letter perplexing, as he had never heard of something called an Angles Research Facility, the Bastion, against the Infection. Being a grad student, though, his mind seethed at the improper punctuation and unsatisfying paper quality. To say nothing of the terrible margins.

For that matter, he hadn't really heard anything about Infected Hordes, or how he could have possibly saved humanity from extinction from Infected Hordes. This looked like junk mail, which was kind of weird, considering it had made its way to his desk. In his home. With a briefcase with fifty grand cash (non-sequential cash, mind you) in it, with the word ADVANCE stenciled diagonally over it.

[Salsacookies]

A knock at the door."Special delivery for a Mr. Mikhail?"

[BlitzDungeoneer]

"That would be me. Who is it from?"
Mikhail slowly walks towards the door.

[Jiharo]

"It's from your boss," the voice replied.
Mikhail froze. "I have no boss."

[pisskop]

"But you do now.  They sent me to give you something.  It's . . . really important."

[Worldmaster27]

"Give me a name, then we'll talk"
The door replies, "It's- I can't, sir. I'm under orders."

[Salsacookies]

Mikhail hears his back door open. He runs for his gun, but then...

"Target acquired."

Mikhail feels a sharp pain in his shoulder. He feels around and pulls out a dart. He begins to feel numb.

"Target tagged, preparing the package."

The man walks rapidly toward you.

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

In a moment Mikail is in a burlap sack and knocked unconcious