Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25763181-20131202083852/@comment-11245963-20131202210520

Wallace sat alone in the park, laying back in his natural habitat, also known as a bench. Suddenly, a faint vibration could be heard in his pant pockets, which he subsequently shrugged off and went back to bed. A second vibration occurred and Wallace, curious to see what the issue is, hesitantly pushed himself off of the bench and pulled the cellular device out of his pocket, grabbing it and pressing the on button. A large, white lettered "V.S.O.U." logo appeared on the home screen, to which he sighed and assumed was a practical joke, until the sounds of an airjet passed low and slowly overhead. Somewhat assured it was actually serious business, he quickly grabbed his knife and grenade launcher, slinging it over his shoulder, and ran out to a clearing to catch it.

''Why would they want someone like me? he thought, still running at a moderate pace, I'm just a student, but hell, it may just be a joke, but then again, bah, screw it.''