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Post by DaveTheHydraKing on Jan 16, 2019 12:10:37 GMT
In any other case, Sam would of either been thrown into shock or surprise as a man suddenly walked out of the darkness, his uniform already showcasing some military organisation. It was familiar, but the name escaped his mind. In his current state, he didn't even question the legitimacy of the man, instead taking it all at face value. With the pictures laid out in front of him, he merely tilted his head to the side, if he was allowed to be more active with his mind, he might of been sent off into another skittish fit at the site of more cursed masks. Yet for better or for worse, these effects of the drugs were keeping him sane.
"..." An odd calmness ran over his body as he looked up at the man, if he's face was visible the distinct look of boredom would of been painted across his face. "The 'it' happened... far from land, cold water and storms surrounded... me..." His tendrils seemed to weakly drag across the ground, inching closer to the pictures as if to pick one up, yet they didn't contain the strength to lift but an inch off the ground before collapsing. "I was out... for fish... yeah for fish..." Sam said, as his head nodded up and down, not to dash any suspicions about his stories, but instead to confirm it with himself. "There were more, not just me..."
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