Zeke Moderator
Number of posts : 51 Age : 31 Location : Here... There... Everywhere... Hmm, I guess I'm omnipresent. Class : Mercenary - Doer of odd jobs Experience : 0 Reputation : 0 Registration date : 2008-03-17
Character sheet Level: 1 Health: (50/50) Magic: (30/30)
| Subject: Zeke's Past Life Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:51 pm | |
| (No Zeke has not been reincarnated, it just seems like a fun topic title.) Entry 1 - I don't remember much from last night. Is it strange for someone to not remember the events of their birthday the day after it happened. It's so strange... I've always had a near perfect memory... I think they call it photographic memory. Now my memory is starting to develop holes. What's going on? Entry 2 - I was approached today by a man in a military uniform. He's offered me a job... me: a high school kid who has never been very athletic. Sure, I joined a kendo dojo a few months ago and so I'm putting on muscle, and my eyes aren't too bad either on the shooting range, but I'm not military material. I should probably see what they want from me though... Entry 3 - They want me as a soldier (obviously), but I also learned that it's for a program training teenagers to be spec. ops. and whatnot. I figure that they must have a good reason for choosing me considering my lack of excellence in activities requiring physical exertion. But what the hell? I'm in. | |
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Zeke Moderator
Number of posts : 51 Age : 31 Location : Here... There... Everywhere... Hmm, I guess I'm omnipresent. Class : Mercenary - Doer of odd jobs Experience : 0 Reputation : 0 Registration date : 2008-03-17
Character sheet Level: 1 Health: (50/50) Magic: (30/30)
| Subject: Re: Zeke's Past Life Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:31 pm | |
| Entry 4 - Training started today and I have no doubt that I'm going to be sore tomorrow. We didn't start out like I thought we might. Instead, we went on a run... a long run. I'm amazed at how in shape I actually am. One kid barely made it, while three others collapsed by the fifth mile. They took us for combat training after that, where I got royally screwed. The instructor showed mercy to no one I talked to afterward, so I won't envy any of them tomorrow, even though I still had kendo practice later. I have still yet to learn why I was chosen. | |
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