Bedtime Stories..

lol i made it up all from the top of my head you know

Wick was drugged asleep again, and woke up in an entirely different room. He had always been an early riser. He looked around to see the cots of at least a few dozen others of boys and girls his age. This could only be the academy of the Ghosts that Mr.Mengsk had told him about the other day.
He was too nervous to go back to sleep, so he fiddled for god knows who long before a few men entered with onimous looking rods. One of them screamed: "RISE AND SHINE, TRAINEES!"

Many of the boys and girls were reluctant in getting up this early hour, but every single one of them jumped to their tasks as one of the men tapped a boy between the shoulder blades with the rod. A surge of lightning seared across the boy's chest, and the boy sat up instantly with a grunt of pain.

"Listen up, trainees." The lead man said dangerously. "You call me CPO Riley, or "sir". We are your trainers. You will do as we command at all times. Showers are in the east wing. You will all shower and get back here to dress."

CPO Riley reached beneath a girl's cot and pulled out a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt. There was her name, Susan, followed by a three number serial code. 618.

Wick reached beneath his own and pulled out an identical suit, but he saw instead: "JOSEPH-624".

"On the double, no slacking!" Riley barked.

Originally posted by DarkCanadian
lol i made it up all from the top of my head you know

Wick was drugged asleep again, and woke up in an entirely different room. He had always been an early riser. He looked around to see the cots of at least a few dozen others of boys and girls his age. This could only be the academy of the Ghosts that Mr.Mengsk had told him about the other day.
He was too nervous to go back to sleep, so he fiddled for god knows who long before a few men entered with onimous looking rods. One of them screamed: "RISE AND SHINE, TRAINEES!"

Many of the boys and girls were reluctant in getting up this early hour, but every single one of them jumped to their tasks as one of the men tapped a boy between the shoulder blades with the rod. A surge of lightning seared across the boy's chest, and the boy sat up instantly with a grunt of pain.

"Listen up, trainees." The lead man said dangerously. "You call me CPO Riley, or "sir". We are your trainers. You will do as we command at all times. Showers are in the east wing. You will all shower and get back here to dress."

CPO Riley reached beneath a girl's cot and pulled out a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt. There was her name, Susan, followed by a three number serial code. 618.

Wick reached beneath his own and pulled out an identical suit, but he saw instead: "JOSEPH-624".

"On the double, no slacking!" Riley barked.

That Riley's a meanie cry

you gots da mad skillz dawg 👆

~wickerman~

hahaha

All the children raced to the east wing and sure enough, there was a door marked "showers". There was only one change room for both sexes, and everyone was extremely uncomfortable about letting the opposite gender see their genitals. However, Joseph observed that everyone seemed to look up at the ceiling or elsewhere while undressing as fast as they could, and dumping their clothes into the laundry chute.

They stepped and sat down into some sort of converyer belt; Wick thought it was ironic to have called them showers. It dumped him through an icy-cold shower, then into a warm soapy mixture, and finally into a mild rinse.

Wick was first out. He raced back to his bunk instinctively and changed. It took only fifteen minutes for the rest to follow.

"Everyone outside." Riley ordered. "Rows of fifteen, three deep."
Wick took a quick head count and sure enough, there were exactly 45 boys and girls, including him.
"That's right, trainee." Riley said, his quick electricity-blue eyes noting Joseph's observation. "From now on, your squad will be your family, until you graduate from the academy. So start making some friends."

Before they could start, Riley barked: "All right, toe-touches. Count off to fifty, no slacking."

Wick was born flexible anyways, and he finished far before anyone else was on forty. It gave him some time to look around at the other children; none of them were recognizable.
"These calisthenics are to improve your flexibility, endurance, and stamina." Riley told them.

They kept stretching under the merrily blazing sun, until all of them were sweaty.
"Trainers: Get the water." Riley told the other men, who went and returned with water bottles. Wick grabbed one and gulped it down.

I want a sexy story cry

Originally posted by silver_tears
I want a sexy story cry

shall i continue? 😛

I use to tell lazy man stories to little kids on Church camps all the time and they fall asleep easily, it is really a dumb story but they like it.

Originally posted by DarkCanadian
shall i continue? 😛

Continue pweeeeeeeeeeeze cry

~wickerman~

it is about this man who so immature for is age and he cannot hold a job and he lives on welfare and food stamps. He thinks he is a superhero and tries to fight criminals on the streets, but he fails every time because he is so lazy. I just made it for the little kids so they could sleep easier.

Haha okay...

"Fall out!" One of the trainers said sharply.
"Good start." Riley said. "Now we run! On your feet, trainees!"

The trainers brandished their rods again and herded the children into a line. There was no time to think. The run seemed to last forever; over a hill, along a winding river, through an airfield. Finally, they stopped outside a building.

A woman came out, but she was bald and there were strange markings along her neck and brow. Then Wick knew; she was an andriod, part human and part machine.
"Good morning, Chief Petty Officer Riley," she said in a silk-smooth, automated voice. "I am your teacher. you may call me Ferula. Please step inside. Classes are about to begin."

The children grumbled as one.
"Of course," Ferula said lightly, already starting up the steps. "If you wish to skip your classes, you may continue the morning calisthenics."

Everyone double-timed it up the steps.
The classroom was cool inside, and there were no desks or chairs, unlike Joseph's old classroom.
They sat on the hard cool linoleum floor.
"Today we will learn about the strategy and thinking of Ghost operatives." Ferula said. "Here is the scenario."

A holo clicked to life, and a room appeared right in front of their eyes. It appeared realistic, but was nothing more than an image.

A darkened room of some sort of cargo ship was clearly in view. It was guarded by several hulking forms scattered about; Wick instantly identified them as marines outfitted in the CFC-400 NBC suits that made them appear half-sentinel.
"Now, our Ghost operative will appear here." The android said, pointing at a corner with a rod. A crouching form materialized, and just sat there, awaiting orders. "His objective will be to activate a pump near the middle of the room. Does anyone have a legilimate strategy on how to do this without setting any alarms or being killed?"

No one raised a hand, but Wick thought he might have one.

"Shoot the lights out?"

lazy man has that old batman theme song. He doesn't have a car, but he has a go cart which he is too big for and he goes on the interstate. His costume is like superman but dirtier with holes. He has an L on his chest that was on with a magic marker. HE is in his late thirties and he acts like he is ten. He avoids responsibility and big decisions. One time when a car was upside in a middle of a road. lazy man came over and said, "have no fear, nothing is too heavy for lazy man." So lazy man squatted down and he started sweating and he struggled and struggled to lift, but his back popped and he was bent over. He said, "oh that hurts, I better take that back I'm too lazy to lift it." So lazy man was walking bent over. Another failed day for lazy man.

Originally posted by Fionnuala
But that's not realxing before bedtime 😛

Who needs relaxing naughty

Originally posted by silver_tears
Who needs relaxing naughty

I could easily sneak out of my house so it's all good 🥷

Originally posted by silver_tears
I could easily sneak out of my house so it's all good 🥷

I go off my garage roof, its like a ten foot drop 😱

Originally posted by silver_tears
I go off my garage roof, its like a ten foot drop 😱

Thank god for WD40.

Oh it doesn't hurt if you land properly, it's wicked fun in the winter

I don't have a second story, so oh well.

Originally posted by DarkCanadian
Haha okay...

"Fall out!" One of the trainers said sharply.
"Good start." Riley said. "Now we run! On your feet, trainees!"

The trainers brandished their rods again and herded the children into a line. There was no time to think. The run seemed to last forever; over a hill, along a winding river, through an airfield. Finally, they stopped outside a building.

A woman came out, but she was bald and there were strange markings along her neck and brow. Then Wick knew; she was an andriod, part human and part machine.
"Good morning, Chief Petty Officer Riley," she said in a silk-smooth, automated voice. "I am your teacher. you may call me Ferula. Please step inside. Classes are about to begin."

The children grumbled as one.
"Of course," Ferula said lightly, already starting up the steps. "If you wish to skip your classes, you may continue the morning calisthenics."

Everyone double-timed it up the steps.
The classroom was cool inside, and there were no desks or chairs, unlike Joseph's old classroom.
They sat on the hard cool linoleum floor.
"Today we will learn about the strategy and thinking of Ghost operatives." Ferula said. "Here is the scenario."

A holo clicked to life, and a room appeared right in front of their eyes. It appeared realistic, but was nothing more than an image.

A darkened room of some sort of cargo ship was clearly in view. It was guarded by several hulking forms scattered about; Wick instantly identified them as marines outfitted in the CFC-400 NBC suits that made them appear half-sentinel.
"Now, our Ghost operative will appear here." The android said, pointing at a corner with a rod. A crouching form materialized, and just sat there, awaiting orders. "His objective will be to activate a pump near the middle of the room. Does anyone have a legilimate strategy on how to do this without setting any alarms or being killed?"

No one raised a hand, but Wick thought he might have one.

"Shoot the lights out?"

the Wickerman DEMANDS that you write a book droolio

~wickerman~