-a man sits in the main room (ignore the blood on his face in avvie, it's not there -honest- ) -
-he's sat calmly-
-looking at a tablet on his lap, one leg crossed over the other-
-his face a mixture of disinterest, neutrality and wistfulness-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postHave you been beneath a rock?
Yes, the Atlanteans.
As surprising as it was, and believe me- I was surprised too when I first saw the news- they came back.
Out of their portals.
Absolutely devastated the Greek Army... If it could even be called an army, honestly.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell- the Psychic Institute For Combined Pyschological And Genetic Research was driven out of business when it was found that they were seeking out psychics the world-over to drill them in camps to make them into mercenary super-soldiers. Before they were known to be psychics, of course- such as my mother who made her vigilante career of it.
The UPA was pretty ashamed to have one of their companies found in the war crimes commission, regardless.
The problem with having black ops agencies is when they- and their connection to you- is found out by a plucky journalist...
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(Saitama's eyes light up as he sees the Strawberry Smiggles, and snatches them.)
"These look good. So anyway, you were working on a project?"
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